The Thing We’re not Talking About
One’s own house is best, though small it may be;
each man is master at home;
though he have but two goats and a bark-thatched hut
’tis better than craving a boon.
And I, my friends, am going to hang that in my house, when I find one, which I can, because I have “gorgeous credit” and I have been preapproved for a loan. And I think I can do a little better than a bark-thatched hut.
Filed under: Woo-hoo!



Yay!
Good for you.
Sweet.
Terrific!
Yay seconded!
No congratulations (for purely superstitious reasons).
Rock on wich’o bad self!!!!
color me surprised. /sarcasm
Ooooohwheeee! Good for you! Are you going to take Mack’s two goats?
Sweet.
If your goats make cheese I will come and make crustless quiche (do y’all still eat quiche in Tennessee?). I have fabulous new recipes.
It’s been a long day and I’m wiped, which is my excuse for why I teared up when I read that.
Congratulations.
:) Happy feet!
Yay!
Yippee!
Oh, I’m so excited for you!
Woohoo! Invite me to the housewarming even though I can’t go to parties any more.
Ah, congrats B., that’s wonderful news! And Happy Birthday too. :)
kickass!