A bejeweled, buckle-shoed duke swooped down and snatched our gorgeous co-op out from under us. (No, seriously, that's the funniest Onion article in a long time. Read it.)
Which means that Matt and I get to keep going to open houses - we have six on our slate today. And we really enjoy it - looking at people's lives? Going through their closets? Looking at their pictures? So much fun. And going to yummy brunch before hand? Even better.
(You should see me at these open houses. I make GoogleMaps of all of our stops, I have printouts of all the places we're going, and a spreadsheet with vital stats and a place for notes. All in little yellow folders. It's the most organized I've ever been.)
The only real problem is that I've completely blown out my knee - I'm limping everywhere, and I'm wearing a huge brace over my massively swollen knee. But I have an appointment with a good sports medicine doctor on Wednesday. Hopefully she'll shoot me up with steroids and pain medicine and send me off to get an MRI...