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.
8 comments:
Good luck!
Thinking good thoughts!
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.
grrr.
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.
I will hate them with you and now let's go find a happy hour.
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!
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!!
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