At peace with the universe
I wrote and posted last night's blog while Dude was at the grocery store. He came home and said, "Look. I've been thinking about everything you said. I'd be willing to cover the repairs, but we need to be on the same page that this is our final stance." I didn't even cry to get him to this place. Dude is, quite simply, the Best Husband In The World For Me. That's all there is to it. If you ever ready this, honey, know that I think you rock.
We heard back from the Pricks this morning that they would lower the price to the appraised price, but would only pay $1000 toward closing and repairs. So we submitted a formal final addendum laying our cards on the table and stating that the Pricks had until 8pm tonight to accept our terms or we terminate the contract and get our earnest money back. We would not negotiate any further. They then asked if we'd take $2500 in closing costs. I said no.
Today was the day that I reached my limit with this thing. The Charmer is, well, charming but it's not the only house in the world. And the Pricks are, well, pricks and I'm tired of dealing with them. We have been more than fair. We have been patient when they've missed deadlines in the past. We've overlooked their complete prickish prickiness on multiple occasions. And I'm done. Forget about buttoning everything up by the end of the day Wednesday. Today was it. And I felt really good about that. If they didn't want to sell us this house, then so be it.
Do you have any idea how adult that is? Man. At 34, sometimes I actually get it right.
7:52pm. Our realtor called. She had just gotten off the phone with the listing agent, who was crying. The Pricks said that they would pay $4000 toward closing costs AND THAT WAS IT. Additionally, if this deal didn't go through, they planned to file a complaint against her - which would mean that there would be a hearing with some realtor board or something like that. Now, the listing agent is pretty inept, but the Pricks are SUCH pricks. They shouldn't blame the deal going south on her. Our realtor (who is an immeasurably good person) told the listing agent that it sounded like $4000 was needed to seal the deal - and she would take a $2000 cut in her commission if the listing agent did the same and that would cover the rest of the closing costs. To which the listing agent agreed.
Have you followed all of this? Do you understand what this means? THE CHARMER IS MINE!! Again. And I'm going to Costa Rica on Friday. Thanks, Universe. I think you're pretty cool.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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2 comments:
YAY! It's about time.... and your realtor was awesome (so was the listing agent)to sacrifice their $$ for the sake of this sale. I hate pricks....
Whoo hooooooo! Congratulations. When can I move my posters and bean bag chair into my room??
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