Sunday, November 29, 2009

Could this be it?


In 30 minutes, a realtor will arrive to show my house. To a couple who have seen it twice already. And are bringing their parents from out of town to see it this time.

This could be it. Maybe? Right?

OMG. What if they make an offer on my house and I actually have to MOVE? This plan is so not well thought out.

UPDATE: It has been 26 hours since they looked at my house, and no offers yet. Or phone calls. Or anything. Yet another HOUSE SALE FAIL.

UPDATE 2: 50 hours ago, I thought my house would be sold to the three-time-lookers. And now, 50 hours later, NOT A WORD from them. And thus the hate begins.

9 comments:

Jen on the Edge said...

Good luck!

Keetha said...

Thinking good thoughts!

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

If it happens, I whisk your clay loving girl away to create masterpieces with my own loons so it'll go easier.

I will bring you sustenance.

And booze.

And stuff.

It will be ok.

katydidnot said...

grrr.

Tiffany said...

They can SUCK IT for not calling and begging for the privilege of buying your rockin' abode! LOSERS!! Losers with a hint of asshole!

Fantastic Forrest said...

Maybe they all fell ill with swine flu.

Maybe they are out robbing banks to offer you your full price plus a little extra.

Maybe their phone battery died.

Maybe....oh, crap. I dunno. I am sad for you.

Kathy said...

I will hate them with you and now let's go find a happy hour.

Kathy said...

and yes, I'm totally not focused on this bitch of a paper I have to write. Page 4 of 10....and at 10 I swear to the moon above that I am clinking a glass somewhere!

Tiffany said...

Hey, let me know how those... uh... whatever they're called things you got to keep warm while running work out for you. Cause it's only going to get colder here. And it won't really warm up until the end of April - oh that's right, AFTER the marathon. Burrrhhh!!