Duh!

Manischewitz!

All those who know me, know that this is my all time favorite made-up Yiddish swear word. I love to spend time using it when I am really irritated. It makes one instantly feel better.

Today, I am irritated.

We were supposed to have watched the house go to sale tomorrow, but mercifully, the date was rescheduled so that the mortgage company can jockey with the investor who wants to buy the place. Good news. It looks like our house will sell after all.

So the sheriff (who never bothered to notify us of the old date) rescheduled the threatened foreclosure and came by our home when we were not there today to give us the info - at the old house. My brother lives there now full-time. He relayed the message. The sheriff is willing to meet us up at the old house, or even just have us come down to the courthouse. HOWEVER...

My husband calls the sheriff and invites him to come to our new home in the middle of town, where everyone knows us, where people actually just randomly stop by because they heard rumor we live here, where tourists pass all day long, and those who don't know us are just now coming to the conclusion that we are okay. The sheriff even suggested that we could just pick up the papers.

But he is inviting the sheriff here with his car and his blazing lights.

Thank you, husband.

He wonders why I do not like this idea.

I post it because, Manischewitz!, it makes me mad and this concept severely confuses him. But I know, out there in cyberworld, many women will understand my extreme irritation at this and will understand me.

Someone should understand this, right?

I do not speak with him today. He makes his own dinner.