When I got up this morning-Friday the 13th, I might add-and read all the wonderful comments on my HH post/rant, I had no idea that within a seven hour period, starting at 10am today, we would have people come look at the house, want to come back and look again 2 hours after they left, make an offer within an hour of that, we counter offered and by 5 o'clock this afternoon we accepted an offer for our asking price!
I know that's a run on sentence, but so what!!!!
So, now we have an inspection to go through next week and a closing date towards the end of August. I know it's not done until it's done, but we feel really great/sad/excited/scared/stressed/relaxed. Well, at least I do, Mr. Tennis takes these things more in stride and is happy that he gets to play his Saturday tennis game tomorrow and not come home to a neurotic wife, feverishly cleaning and fluffing.
And, me? Well, I can't tell you how tickled I (although I wanted to take it with me, but am glad someone else liked it as much as I do) was when the buyers said they wanted to include this in the contract:
Bought it at the thrift right before we had the wedding reception in our backyard last September...
It's all good.
Oh, and they have a Boggle.
A Boston Terrier/Beagle mix.