June 16, 2008
Life is Good
I took the girls to the grocery store to stock up after vacation. Big I was thrilled to see one of the nuns from her school there. As we passed her in the aisle, I realized I was wearing my new t-shirt that I bought on vacation that says, "Girls Just Wanna Have Rum." No wonder I got a slightly disgusted look from her. I’m guessing nuns don’t drink or approve of rum-related activities? Oh well.
Upon returning home, you’ll never guess who was parked in front of my house! The low-ball offer people! They were just leaving as I was pulling in. They had to drive directly past me. I know it was them because my neighbor (who also spies when we have showings) was outside at the time and saw them sitting in front of my house, staring longingly at it for quite some time. Guess who now has hand? Uh-huh, that’s right. We do.
I asked my realtor and apparently if I get an insulting offer twice from the same people, I am fully entitled to some retribution in the form of a good swift kick to their shins or perhaps spitting on their offer. Sweet.
I was also informed tonight that we did have a showing this week. It was a third showing and the couple has narrowed it down to our house and one other, with ours looking better at this point. You know what this means, faithful readers. It is time to assume the position, as in the crossing of the legs, arms, fingers, toes and eyes. I’m remaining calm and quietly optimistic that this will work out. If not, our realtor and mortgage guy have planned an open house extravaganza (my idea) complete with give-aways (that they are providing) for the end of the month. Here’s hoping we won’t need it at all.
I also got a call from my physical therapist today. I’ll be getting my karate brace on Wednesday. Apparently my insurance company has agreed that I need a third insanely expensive knee brace. This doesn’t mean I’ll be using it for a while. Getting radar detection, metal spikes, and ear-piercing alarms installed on those braces takes time.
This t-shirt attitude adjustment thing is really working, even when I’m wearing my rum shirt. Life is good.
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Everything is crossed. I even crossed the dog’s toes and duct taped them so they’ll stay that way.
It’s no wonder that my back is so bad…all this crossing is killing me!!!
Good luck!!
(and remember – some of the most potent alcoholic beverages in the world have been made by those of the faith in monastries)
I’m glad you’ve somewhat adopted the Risky Business attitude which is “Sometimes you just have to say what the F…” The house will sell, it is just going to take some time.
As far as nuns are concerned, I’m 42 years old and they still frighten me. This fear is so great that even when I walk by a Penguin at the zoo, I tighten up and think any moment one of them could reach for a ruler and whack me on the hands!
Assuming the position! Everything is now crossed, including my eyes.
I’ll now begin crossing all of my appendages for you that those crazy low ball people may actually come to their senses? Or better yet, some other family that has their heads screwed on right.
Good to hear that life is good. I’m going to have to remember that real estate retribution bit. That could come in handy.
Welcome back. Glad you’re in a better frame of mind. If you ever get really down, shoot me an email and I’ll tell you about the real estate hell my family is going through right now. 🙂
>>Guess who now has hand?<< I love this reference! Way back when Haydn was about five, and at school, there was a nun standing next to him in her nun outfit. When my now-ex went to pick Haydn up, he looked at her, casually pointed at the nun and said, "I think she's from a movie."