I'm only loud honky crying on the inside
I didn't want to say anything before, but Dude and I put an offer in on The Charmer. We went back over last Saturday morning and looked at it again and Dude started to see all of the great things about that house. PLUS our realtor's husband met us over there and he apparently knows lots and lots about old houses (which that one is). He was able to tell Dude if something looked alright, how much stuff cost to fix, etc. You know - all of the stuff that Dude would need to know if we bought it while I would be spending my time skipping throughout my spacious new home, decorating and planning dinner parties. The Charmer is listed at a higher price than we're willing to spend, especially because it will need new windows this year and a new roof within the next five or so (plus lots of other little and not-so-little things like new kitchen cabinets because the current ones are U-G-L-Y). So we put in a lowball offer. One that we felt confident would receive a counter but not so low as to insult the seller.
- Hello?
- Quelles des vacances! And, um, sleeping with my husband just isn't working out.
- It's 8:27am
- Some things require very few words
- Camping: Rachael-style
- Porn names are helpful
- I have kids two at a time; I can whip out a fancy dinner like nothing; and I am a model mother. Okay, that last one is a lie.
- Get me to the pole
- A bedtime story
- Twintuition?
- The biggest mutha-lovin' poblanos ever
- There is a distinct difference between a bottom and a bum
- Help, please! I don't know what to tell my peeps about death.
- I always jump the gun when it comes to my own defeat
- Please don't take the babies away, but....
3 comments:
Honky crying...you mean like a white girl? :)
Don't worry, an even better house will come along!
I meant like a big, ugly, snotty cry - but that shoe fits, too.....
Bungalow beware...make sure you end up in one with plenty of natural light! They tend to be darker than lighter.
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