We have the home inspection tomorrow. I hope that either they find nothing wrong at all, or they find something so hideously catastophic that we can back out of the deal without a moment's hesitation. What I don't want is a whole list of problems-that-can-be-fixed-but-it'll-cost, each one of which will have to be quibbled over with the sellers. Death by a thousand nitpicky negotiations sort of thing.

I will have to try not to breathe on anyone, because I am pretty sure I smell horribly garlicky. I made roasted veggies for supper and for some reason the garlic didn't go sweet and gentle, it stayed quite vicious.

And not only do I smell, but my car does too. Of sweaty climbing shoes. Yes, delightful, I know. We left the climbing kit in the car this afternoon (went to the gym this morning). When I hopped into the car this evening - ugh. Shoes + enclosed space + 100 degree heat ... well, ugh about sums it up.