Remember when I told you it was “safe to say” the Boston door had closed? Because they told us they’d contact him within a week if they wanted that final face-to-face interview. And we’d never hear from them again if they didn’t.

And a week went by. And another week went by.

And then, today, during MOPS, Michael Jackson started belting ‘Thriller’ from my coat pocket and I realized, as the blood rushed to my face, that I had forgotten to mute my phone. Fumbling with the buttons, I intended to send them the busy signal, but in my rush to get the darn thing to shut up, I ended up actually answering the call. Not recognizing the area code, I quickly hung up on them.

Yep. I hung up on Boston.

But they must really be interested in Josh. Because they called back. (I had muted the phone by this point). They left a message. They want to send him there for an interview.

They left a number. I gave it to Josh. He left a message. I took a nap. They called Josh. He called me. I groggily answered to receive the information that we’re headed to Boston on December 12th.

By our estimates, we’ll have at least one free day to sight-see. Any recommendations?