So, my ability for humorous insight into life is clouded by this:
i found the house of my dreams. I put in a bid on said house. Bid on said house was rejected.
Feels like a bad break up. I had already started planning where the furniture would go, what would go on the walls, who I'd invite to the house warming party (all of you, of course). i had even planned what my blog would look like when i told you all about my charming new home. I feel like one of those morons on American Idol who is SO SURE they are the all time awesomest vocalist, only to have Simon say, "That is absolutely horrendous. I would rather lick the underarm of a sweaty, overweight man than listen to your putrid voice another moment!" ( i'm assuming you read that with simon's accent. if not, go back and do it right.)
so, c'est la vie, Breanna, c'est la vie.