foiled again

Id like to start this post off by
telling you what I smell like...

I smell like feta cheese.
I don't really like feta cheese.

it looks as though the sale of the farm
might have fallen through...
I know that I didnt want to let it go,
but i had prepared myself.

I feel bad for my mother...
the pressure to sell this house
before we move into the next one
is now high.

I guess its good that Im here.

We dont know anything for sure--
perhaps we'll find out tonight.

I'll write again soon.
I hope your sleeping right now.