This is the post where I am forced to retract all the evil things I said about my buyer.  Apparently he just feared for his life with the windows in our house and he was led to believe that they would need to be replaced.  OF COURSE he isn't trying to milk us for 2 grand and he just is safety-conscious and wants the windows fixed.

As soon as the contract is signed (supposedly tomorrow), I will rest easier.  Now I am just milking an ulcer waiting to see if our incredibly low offer on a McMansion is accepted.  Before I get emails about how hypocritical this may appear, I would like to say that my incredibly low offer is because I am poor and the seller is a bank.  They don't care about my poorness nor will they be personally offended and affronted by my audacity in presenting them with such a crappy offer.  However, any more money offered and we would be condemning ourselves to at least 4 years of eating only Top Ramen noodles and Kraft Mac and Cheese, if and only if, it was on sale. So we are rolling the dice on the opportunity for Mama to become Diane Keaton in Baby Boom (thanks for the analogy, Kate).  Otherwise, we'll be off looking for a shack in the lamer part of town...

So maybe the bank will just be looking to unload this house and then we will be the lucky new owners of a house so large that every single person in our family, if in opposite corners, would never have to see anyone else for days on end.  We will only have to overlook the leaks in the roof and the 20 year old carpet covering the entire place.

If I haven't visited your blog lately, I apologize.  Of course since I am the crappiest commentor in all of the Internet, how would you ever know that I visit your blog?  But my summer goal is to become a better commentor.  So if you leave a comment here, I promise to go by and leave one from wence you came.  It might be totally irrelevant, but what can I say?  Now I have to go try to get rid of the ever-so-faint poop smell on my body.  Maybe it's just the house.  Who knows?