The correct answer to yesterday's "which body part did Shelly not injure" quiz was 5 - I did not trip up the stairs. Not that I haven't before, many times, just not lately. The worst injury on the list was the last, tripping over the parking thingy and scraping myself up badly. My knee is a mess and hurts like a mother. Grace and me are not friends.
The reason I was in such a hurry on Saturday was that I as trying to get home fast because we had a house showing for the people who might be The Ones. The Mrs. has seen the house twice and after the second showing her realtor commented how much she and the Mrs. both thought our house was the perfect one for them and also requested notification if there were any offers on the property. Two days later we got the ridiculous low ball offer that we declined.
So Saturday was the Mister's first visit to our house. Apparently he travels a lot and was unable to view houses until this weekend. They came to the house 15 minutes early (without apology) and were there between 30-45 minutes. We waited until after 6 pm Sunday to get any word from their realtor. Apparently the Mister did like our house and now it's between us and one other house in a development about 8 miles south of us. We're supposed to find out sometime this week.
The waiting is killing me. KILLING ME. The potential buyers are renting month-to-month now, pre-qualified and sound pretty ideal. Which just means it won't happen for us. I'm probably totally jinxing us by even writing about it and I know I am going to be crushed when it turns out they choose a house other than ours, but I cannot help but get my hopes up a teeny tiny bit. Okay, well, more than that, but I'm only human.
It's going to be a long week around here. If anyone would like to join me for cocktails, I have plenty of ice.
Edited to add:
Sorry, I was not clear. The lowball offer we received was from different people than the ones we are currently waiting on. Since the current Potentials requested to be notified if there was any other interest in our house, even though the offer was horrid (which they don't know), our realtor called to tell theirs, which apparently sent them into a bit of panic. Now at one week post lowball offer, apparently not so panic stricken that they've leapt up to buy our house after the Mister saw it on Sunday.
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Wait, they made the low ball offer before he saw it, or someone else made the offer?
Either way, good luck! With these sorts of things I like to thing there isn't anything you can do; it will either happen or it won't. So relax, have that cocktail, and we'll all keep our fingers crossed in the meantime. Oh, and whenever I have an injury I use a bag of frozen peas. Keep the ice to cool off the gin.
oooh, house selling vibes!!!
I have my fingers crossed for you!
Oh, I really really really really really really really really really really hope they buy your house.
Sending good vibes!
I sure hope this pulls through for you. You've probably already posted about it, so I'll see it soon. I'm working through posts in my reader.
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