Hey Tom, you seem like you are finally at peace. You had a great holiday and your one day away from celebrating your forty seventh year on the planet, you love your job and all seems right in your world. So why not sit back and enjoy a nice stress free winter?
Because I’m an asshole that’s why.
Everything was going along as planned when fate stepped in. Let me explain. Liza has had a burr in her saddle (I have no idea why I went Western on your asses just now but I regretted it immediately after I typed it. Plus I don’t think it would win me any points with the wife for some reason but I will no longer dwell on that particular mistake) about our house for the last six months or so. Max has had to give up a third of his room for me to effectively work from home and we don’t really have enough room for more than one child to have friends over at a time. She also just realized that the boy is most likely going to be big and she worries about him and his big friends lying around the house breathing up all of the good air. OK I made the air part up but they do look stupid all draped over the one couch. And now that Katie’s been home for break with her friends stopping by it has been a bit cramped.
So my lovely wife has wanted to blow the back of this dump out and add another room, a powder room, and a closet sized private office for yours truly. I am against that right now because the appraisals in our hood aren’t supporting a decision like that. If were going to flush money down the toilet it will be on a new boat thank you very much. (you’re welcome and I apologize but my fingers seem to have minds of their own today) In the mean time I’ve been stalking this house in the hood that has had trouble selling and my brilliant powers of deduction combined with a recent sixty-thousand dollar price drop has me convinced that they might be getting desperate to sell. But Liza doesnt really like the house and even at the reduction we would be stretching to buy it so we decided to table both ideas and get bids on refinishing the bathroom which we have to do no matter what.
One of the contractors was over and I told him that we need the bathroom done just good enough to sell should we decide to do so and then we got to talking about what we were looking to do. Then he suggested we look at his old house as it was on the market as a short sale. The next thing I know I’m writing an offer on a house that I’m not sure I really want. And so begins the asspain dance that is loans and banks and applications and earnest money and appraisals and lawyers and happy effing new year jerk. So we are waiting to hear if they will take our ridiculously low bid. I have however taken my time and we need to buy it at that exact spot to be able to swing the improvements we need. ick. I walked right in to this.
says you