2.15.08

Category: dribblings

ohh, i’ve been sitting on some news for 3 weeks now and i can FINALLY tell you guys ALL about it. My house downtown SOLD.
BOOYAH! TATDOW!

it sold! it’s over! i’ve only one house now! only one power bill! one water bill! one gas bill! i was so excited that i called a couple of people to be all, “YAY! IT’S OVER! I LOVE THE WORLD!” and then i drove to the ‘brary, went in and “woooo!”-ed and played air guitar and danced around like a nutter.

let’s back up a moment to three weeks ago. my real estate agent called and said, “jaimie, i sold your house.”

“really?”

“yeah baby, it’s gonna go through. all you have to do is get the deck and fence fixed from when the car crashed into it. how’s the insurance thing going?”

“it’s not. are you sure they’re going to buy it?”

“yes! we close on march 1st. so get that fence and deck fixed, and the door needs to be replaced.”

“right on!”

so i talk with the insurance of doom again and no dice. so screw it and i ask dad to fix it (he had been meaning to fix it for ages, but you know how it goes. plus it’s been cold out.)and he says sure and since we had four weeks till closing there was no big deal. but then dad took a job (like, a real one) where he has to work from 7am – 3pm for two months. so now i’m all, “dad, when will you have time to fix that stuff? it’s impossible! we’re all gonna die!” and he’s all, “will you relax? it’ll get done.”

right, so, the next week the estate agent calls and says, “okay so, everything is going smooth and the buyer accepted your counter-offer and all we need is the inspection which is wednesday and a wood report which is next week.”

“okay, sounds good.”

“well everything is going so smoothly that we’ve decided to move the closing date to next week.”

“what. what?! can you do that?”

“sure.”

“but the deck and fence-“

“well, just get them fixed by friday.”

okay sure, because the fix-it fairy will just come down and fix everything for me and leave the receipt under my pillow?

the next day dad and mr. fleegan go and fix EVERYTHING. it only took them half a day to fix it all. THEY ARE MASTERS. i even had K-ris on standby in case they needed extra hands. that’s how cool my pals are. i called laura the day before, “shit. what are you guys doing tomorrow? shit. what i mean is, shit, is kris busy tomorrow? shitter shit. because dad and jimmy might need extra hands for the deck job. shit!” and they were so sweet to be all, “call us if you need us.” because really, they had their hands full what with selling their duplexes and all.

i didn’t want to get too excited about anything or even mention this good news until the closing was over because sometimes you hear about deals that don’t go through right up until closing. and i did not want to jinx this deal. when people asked me how the house deal was going i’d tell them and they’d be all, “great! aren’t you excited?” and i’d say, “yeah, but i’m not going to cheer about it till the papers are signed.” and they thought i was being a Debbie Downer, and maybe i was (i’d say “cautiously optimistic”), but i don’t care. cos now? now i can cheer! it’s over!

i took my check to the bank and deposited it and the teller was all, “hi how are you?” and i was all, “i’m fine, how are- SOLD MY HOUSE TODAY. WOOOO!” and she laughed and seemed excited for me. and then, like i said, i made some calls and i drove to the ‘brary and wooted and air guitared and promptly left.

THEN i went to the Humane Society (Roxy needs a pal) to see if they had any big, old dogs for adoption and all they had was puppies and dachsunds and chihuahuas. i nearly caved and adopted the CUTEST hound puppy named Hobo. he is so cute he melted my face off (starringnicholascageandjohntravolta), but i was strong. i really don’t have time for a puppy. and besides i’d like to adopt an older dog because lots of times people overlook old dogs because they want cute puppy dogs. i’m certain that Hobo will be adopted soon.

i spent about an hour yesterday morning on petfinder.com trying to find a pal for Rox and i thought i finally hit pay dirt. there’s an old gordon setter named Woody and it said he was in atlanta. i thought that sure, i’d go to atlanta to adopt a dog. i’d rather do it locally, but there you go. i click to read about ol’ Woody and he’s really in michigan! well, fuckit, i’m not going to michigan for a dog. so we’re still looking for a pal for the Roxinator.

but more importantly: HOUSE! SOLD!
and it only took 3 months. that’s not bad, folks. that’s AMAZING.

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