Thank you, Mr. Obama, for the Lovely Check

Joy of all joys! It finally arrived….our First Time Homebuyers Tax Credit (light shines down from heaven to illuminate my angelic face).

So it turns out that being unemployed, getting engaged, getting married and buying a home is expensive. Real expensive. Consequently, we’ve been on pins and needles waiting for this tax credit to finally arrive. We filed in April, right after we closed on the house, and have been excitedly checking the mail ever since…to no avail…until yesterday.

How did we celebrate? Fancy style, that’s how.

I snuck off to Target and purchased a pair of super soft Capri lounge pants yesterday afternoon. After hubbers got home we piled in the car and deposited the check, but not after taking some under exposed cell phone photos. Then we hit up Wasabi, our local sushi joint, which was seriously off their game on this particular evening – the wine was old and the wraps fell apart in hubbo’s soy sauce. Eck. But I forgive, because there just aren’t a lot of great sushi restaurants around.

But the most important and most fancy part came after dinner. I wholeheartedly believe that any great, monumental celebration should be marked with a glass of fancy champagne. My fave is Veuve Cliquot, not only because it was for a short period of time the preferred champagne of my Sex and the City girls, but because it is so freakin’ good. For real. So we grabbed a bottle and finally toasted to being homeowners – homeowners with a lot less credit card debt as of this morning. Snap!