Sunday, June 6, 2010

So here I sit...

... sick to my stomach. Not literally. But literally. Well, not physically anyway. I do feel like I've been slugged in the stomach.

But I always feel that way when something's a-brewin'. And it is.

We had a house showing on Friday. We spotted some people parked outside our house on Saturday staring into our backyard and pointing. They were there quite awhile. Rick and I stared back, just out of their view. We were baffled, yet hopeful.

Today (Sunday) they returned for a 2nd showing. And today (Sunday) we have just received word that our house is their 1st choice... but they would need to come in with a low offer so that they can afford the pool and decking they want to put in. We also learned that they have a 2nd choice which IS cheaper.

Our agent encouraged them to put in an offer, low or otherwise, anyway.

I am on the edge of my seat.
I am sick to my stomach.
I want this so badly.
I need a drink.
I need a pizza.
I would probably barf up the pizza.
I could probably keep the drink down.
I feel like I've been slugged in the stomach.
I have a dog.
I want to move to my new house.
I want to go swimming.
I want to go to Hawaii.

Wait, did I get off track?

Anyway, I am numb. I am praying. I am tingly. I am sick.

I'll keep you posted.

Oh, did I mention that closing on the house we want to buy has been delayed?

I am homeless.

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