I sold some property today

Well, for about a minute today I was a homeowner.

Apparently in the state of Kentucky, if you marry someone who owns a home, then at the time of your marriage you become half owner of the home. Something called "dower interest."

So since June 2nd, I've owned a lovely little 3 bedroom, 2 full bath home with a fireplace, a great kitchen, with a living room and a den, and an acre of land. I did at least have the opportunity to clean it when Mr Lemon's ex-wife moved out of it. I don't think my little Oreck has ever done that much vacuuming in all of its 6 years. There was way more carpet in the home than my teeny little apartment. It's a good thing vacuuming is my favorite household chore.

And it is funny, because the day I was cleaning and Mr Lemon was "doin' his mowin' " (think KENTUCKY ACCENT - my heart beat a little faster when he used to say "Ah'm doin' mah mowin' ") I thought, "well, it's not my house, but I'm going to clean it just like it's my house and someone is buying it from me." And looky! It was my house, and someone did buy it from me. I got to sign my full legal name twice today. This is very exciting because I can NOW SPELL IT. When I first started writing it, I would forget there were 2 "s" 's in [insert new last name here]. I can type it, just not write it very easily. Hey, I've never had a double letter last name before. Give me a break!

It was a chance thing that I went with Mr Lemon to the closing today anyways. He has to work tonight 45 minutes away from here, and because I just plain felt like crappola, and since I overslept last Thursday and missed my H&R Block class, I figured I would skip tonight and just make up the whole section another time. Instead we spent the afternoon driving two separate cars down "home," running around to different places like shutting off his electric, checking his mailbox, cashing an unexpected check, eating pizza, blah blah blah, and I got to spend a few minutes visiting with his sweet Mommaw. Then I drove home by myself and am currently contemplating wasting the rest of the evening with an interlude of intense ice cream consumption.

Ta-ta.