Anyway, all of my anxious worrying was for nothing, of course, but it left me with a meandering headache that refuses to be banished. I know it has to do with the stress we're under to sell the house, get a job and buy another house but identifying the stress hasn't alleviated it any. Instead I spend my evenings wandering from room to room picking up stray toys, straightening random knick-knacks, unable to relax. Each night I'm convinced that the next day will see us with a ton of home walk-throughs even though we've only had two in the weeks the house has been on the market. Then to stress myself out more I pour through Arizona real estate sites, dreaming of homes we can't possible afford and worrying that the ones we can won't be available when the time is right.
So instead of dwelling on that stress, I'm going to leave you with some little nuggets of cuteness.
This is Penny with her Papa, who she called for every time she wanted to get out of bed early.
Right after the headphones I could smell poop so I decided to ask her about it.
Yep, she just told me she had aliens come out of her butt. I'm so going to remind her of this when she's older and wants to date before she's sixteen.

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