And then there were two...

...contracts that fell through on the day of closing.  This time we actually got to go to closing and sign the papers first.  There is nothing like a little salt in the wound.

So the adorable house on Meadow Lane is for sale for a third time.  {insert pithy or sarcastic comment here, I don't have the mental energy}

I tried a new strategy on the husband this time and it totally worked.  The second we got the bad news I immediately called dibs on the meltdown.  I put my hand up and was all, "Don't even think about it.  I get to have the complete breakdown this time and you get to be the glass-half-full cheerleader.  The meltdown is mine, all mine!!!"  And then I immediately burst into tears, ran to the bedroom, curled up in my bed and took a nap.

And that's how it's done ladies.

Now I don't think that he is going to allow me to act like this again, so for the sake of my marriage, someone {with good credit and enough money} puh-lease buy this house.