So the story goes

So I wonder how many people actually believed my entire write-up regarding the inspection. Want to hear how it really went down? Well, I had made muffins- but they had been out of the oven for about 45 minutes. I had coffee ready. I was wearing some nice brown Gap pants with a sweet Gap shirt. Jason was wearing some nice khaki pants and a button-down blue shirt (I think). I don't recall for sure, but I think we were both wearing socks. There was no pipe in Jason's hand. And ten minutes prior to the estimated arrival time of our social worker (she's two hours away), I was a wreck. Couldn't sit still. Clapping my hands a lot. Rubbing the sweat off my palms. Driving my husband INSANE. By the time our social worker walked in, I had to tell her right away how nervous I was so she would understand if I started to babble. Oh- and she didn't say we were the best ever about-to-be parents she had ever met. But I'd like to think she thought it. ;-)

As for Jason and his present... I ended up getting him a Putumayo cd- acoustic Africa. I think he would highly recommend it.