Yesterday, we went to drop off my great-grandmother's bed to the gentleman who will be restoring it for us. I've seen his other work, and am excited to see the bed when it's finished. Since we were in the neighborhood, we decided to stop in and visit my "twin" and her hubby at their new abode. It was great to hang out with them, and they were sweet enough to let us borrow their computer, scanner/printer. As we were on the way to their house, I got the email from our realtor with the paperwork for submitting an offer on the house we wanted. We got it all signed and sent in, and were crossing our fingers that Husband Fixture's job offer would be finalized so that we could make good on the offer.
Alas, our offer was beaten to the table by someone offering cash down. We found out this morning, and I am crushed. I really saw us living in that house, and am beyond pissed that we never really had a chance, in part because of the asshats in personnel.
Now we get to go back online and see if we see any more houses worth making the trip down to visit. Here we go again . . .