So, I know that this blog is rapidly turning into a house blog. And, for that, I sincerely apologize. But, seeing as how this whole house buying thing is rapidly sucking away at my life (Kristian tells me that I sacked out at about 8:30 last night with the book that I was reading still in my hand), can you blame me?
It turns out that we won’t be able to close on Friday. We’re hoping to close on Tuesday, but who knows? Our lawyer called us today and there is some hangup on the sellers’ end with approvals and paperwork. I don’t know about you, but when I hear the words “problem” and “sale approvals” in the same sentence, I get these annoying warning claxons going off in my head. WHOOP! WHOOP! DANGER WILL ROBINSON!
I know that hearing voices is a bad thing, does that go for alarms is well?
I now have further advice to add to that old axiom that you should never get involved in a land war in Asia. Never get involved in a short sale… unless you have copious amounts of free time, patience and a place to store all of your stuff and live indefinitely.
The good news is, we spent most of last weekend putting our stuff in a POD and our kitties and most of our clothes are now safely ensconced on the third floor of my mom’s house. So, our stuff is (mostly) safe, and neither we nor our kitties will be homeless anytime soon. At least until my Mom gets sick of us and gives us the boot. Going by past experiences, that gives us an 18 year window. I think that we should be safe.
(I kid! I kid! My mom would never kick us out!)
(She just loves Kristian so darn much)
(And me, she loves me)
Now we just need to figure out what to do with all of the stuff that we didn’t want to put in the POD (As a side note, we apparently own a lot of expensive booze). We were planning to bring it all straight to the house on Friday. And it can’t stay in our apartment past Saturday. Looks like we’ll be putting some stuff in Kristian’s parents’ basement.
I just keep telling myself, it will be worth the hassle and frustration when this is all over…
You know the only thing to do with the booze is drink it. All at once. The stress will just melt away!
*raises hand*
Will help with booze!
Just kidding. I am impressed with you for coping with all this! It sounds so stressful, I am sure I would have liquified into a puddle of whimper by now.
Don’t you just LOVE expensive booze?