My sister came in during one of my breakdowns yesterday. She walked in the kitchen just in time to duck out of the way of the flying cordless phone. Yes, I throw things when I am mad, angry, frustrated.

Seems the house appraised at less than we are paying for it. I was informed of this by my FIL who is also my real estate agent. Let's just say that that didn't go well and I hung up the phone with the idea that the deal was going to fall through, that there would be no new house.

After I calmed down a bit, and my sister picked up the cast off phone, I talked to Sparky to find out that while this sucks ass, it doesn't mean that the deal is off. It just makes things more complicated. Oh, and apparently it's a bargaining tool. Yeah, 'cause I'm loving the bargaining portion of the house buying.

So Ug and I just said screw it and didn't pack the kitchen. We went for lunch and watched Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood. She risked my wrath by pointing out the similarities between the crazed people in the film and myself. But I let her live.

So, for those following along at home, today we hear from the seller, the lawyers and the electrician. I'm sure this will be a stressfree kind of day.