The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
So I go to see this other house. It's gorgeous! Don't get me wrong, it needs a lot of work, but things I'd enjoy doing... like ripping out the hideous 1970's peach high pile rug and installing a nice wood floor. And because of the work needed, they have it going for around 40K less than market value... which puts it right smack dab in my price range (albeit the high end of my price range, but in my price range)
And I got the offer in at midnight on friday. As of Saturday morning, they had no other offers. Apparently sometime Sunday, another comparable offer came in. They're not allowed to tell me what was offered exactly, but the general hint of it was that we both offered list price.
So now I'm in yet another bidding war and something tells me if I don't get this damn house, my doc is going to need to prescribe some serious happy pills because I don't think I can go through this offer/counter offer/wait forever/end up losing the house deal again
And, the best piece of advice anyone can give ya about house buying is that you shouldn't lose sleep over it. Don't get stressed.
When all is said and done, it's just a pile of bricks and mortar. The right one will turn up and your offer'll be accepted. Don't compromise on the cost - if it goes too high, just bail. It ain't worth the hassle.
Think of it as an eBay auction for a new handbag - if you lose, so what. There'll be another one next week.
(And if all else fails, you could always come and live with me, eh? Know what I mean, wink wink, nudge nudge! )
Please... I don't even do the washing up at my own house!
Actually, I think this whole home buying thing would be a heck of a lot less stressful if I didn't work for a title company. Part of the contract is either for them to close with my company or for them to pay the difference in title fees of what my company would charge me and what their company would charge me... because really... that's a few hundred bucks I don't need to spend if I don't have to, ya know?
One way or another... the whole experience has made me religious... I don't think I've ever prayed this much in my entire life.
No more pictures for now. They took the listing off the mls site because it's under contract. Good thing too. Turns out they had another offer for the house today! But I already have a signed contract on my desk, so nyah nyah to them
But wow if this hasn't been an ordeal. I think the contract paperwork alone is responsible for half the missing rain forest. And now I get to deal with mortgage paperwork. Ooh I'll be so glad when all this is done and I can move in. And then, renovation time! I'm very excited about installing my very first wood floor.. it'll be a big project, but sheesh.. anything to get rid of that hideous peach carpet.
Now I just need to figure out how to pry mirrors off closet doors...
I just got a copy of the inspection today. I knew about most of it... but it turns out theres a little dry rot on the house. To be expected I think... I mean I live in Florida and the house is 30 years old... it's bound to happen. I'm just hoping they dont expect me to fix it before my mortgage goes to underwriting like my realtor said.
But then again, my realtor doesn't seem too bright.. so here's hoping she got the facts wrong.
Realtors, or Estate Agents as they're more Britishly known (try calling her that, see if she takes offence) are, at least in this country, required by law to have an IQ slightly less than that of a hamster. If, by some chance they are able to outhink a hamster (we have tests, you know), they are required to undergo surgery (usually involving a spoon).
The reason for this law is that because Estate Agents are not actually required to do anything and are paid a relatively high wage for this, it would be far too tempting for the more intelligent portion of society to get a job as one. The economy would collapse and other bad stuff would ensue. Eventually, the world would be forced to declare war against the Estate Agents, only to discover that they were horribly outnumbered.
So there you have it. I think it was called the Estate Agent Stupification Act.