The realtor called me this afternoon to tell me that the buyers accepted my offer. She was going to call an inspector to schedule an appointment, but I gave her the number of the guy I wanted to use. Ironically , I got the business card from the apartment manager who is also buying a house. So, the cat is now out of the bag to the management.
After the inspection is done and everything is deemed honky-dory, I will submit my notice to the apartment people that I'm blowing out of this shithole. I can't wait to give Bloated Single Mother the finger. She's been a real hag as of late...to everyone in the building, not just me. I don't feel so special anymore. Rats!
I meandered around Home Depot today. Is it just me, or does Lowe's seem a little more organized? Anyway, the sellers are giving me a gift card (to either place) to the tune of $3500. That can buy a lot of paint.
Did you know they have gift registries for new home owners? Two people told me this. Apparently, this is a relatively new thing because when Paul bought his house, he did a wedding registry...but made up the name of his intended. I think he gave her a stripper name. Maybe he was hopeful about marrying a stripper someday. He's never been married, so I'm pretty certain those dreams were never realized.
Mom told me she has the hook-up to a guy who does remodeling and such when I am needing stuff done to the house. He won't charge me market price, she says. I don't know who this guy is, or how my mother knows him, and I'm not going to ask. I don't want to consciously know that I'm getting the "I'm Boinking Your Mother Discount".
Ignorance is, indeed, bliss.