I feel a little nauseous this morning and I can’t eat breakfast and I’ve got the jimmy leg and I can’t focus on my work that really, desperately needs to get done.
We put an offer on a house this morning.
You guys, the house is immaculate. It’s newish but has the old-fashioned character I wanted - gorgeous wood trim and exposed beams and a wood burning fireplace with a big old mantle. The floors are shiny, real hardwood and the kitchen! OMG THE KITCHEN! Imagine the cooking I could do in here!
All the boring, expensive house stuff (roof, gutters, hot water heater, heat/air units, insulation) has recently been done and done well, and the owner clearly took great pride in his (hopefully, maybe OUR lovely) home.
I’m wiggling my spirit fingers in the direction of the sellers, hoping we can come to an agreement, so WE. SHALL. SEE.
(EEEEEEE!!!!!!)