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 . . .
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