The joys of home sales.

Okay, so Monday night our home buyers came over with a contract that was completed, and with earnest money, but wanted to see the survey of our house to make sure our lot was what we said it was. We had said 23.5 x 100, but it turns out it's 23 x 100. So, we were wrong...that was our bad.

But, apparently that six inches makes a difference? So, I xerox the survey and bring it to them, and they said they are going to look into some things and let us know Thursday night.

So, of course they don't call...but they finally called this afternoon, and left a message, saying that it's a deal and they'll take it.

So, I call back to ask if I can make a copy of the final contract, and then she calls back and says, it's not a deal. They changed their mind.

Why? Because now they've discovered it's going to take three months to get building permits to expand the house, so they'd have to pay a double mortgage, even though they could totally live here for those three months, and apparently if our lot was 2500 sf, they wouldn't have to wait. (I don't buy this.) None of this makes sense to me, but now they want us to lower their price or cover their mortgage payments for those three months, or they're going to pull out.

Wouldn't you look into this permit crap before you made an offer on a house that was 23.5 x 100 or am I crazy?

All I know is this week has not been fun.

Poop on a stick.

Looks like I spoke to soon...

We may NOT have a contract on the house.

Boo. We find out tonight.

House news -- a contract!

We got an offer on our house yesterday, and the people that brought over the contract Kasha and Dominik were so nice and it went so smoothly that I can't believe it.

I don't want to count my turduckens before they're hatched, but...I could have kissed them Josie-style. Maybe even piddled a bit on the rug.

Anyone have a spare bedroom? We've got 60 days to find a place.

We're looking for 2B/2b in Old Town or Lincoln Park, lots of light, near lake, and re-habbed vintage with some sort of outdoor space would be my special wish, but I can probably be convinced otherwise with the lure of a new washer and dryer.

Feel free to email us or leave us links/suggestions in comment link below. We will check them all out!

The morning rush.

I slept on my arm last night and it fell completely asleep, so when I tried to turn off the alarm I'd somehow pinned my arm underneath myself. I ended up rolling over and trying to use my dead arm as a club on the snooze button...and then ten minutes later I was off and running.

Unfortunately that's off...and running because I'm totally late.

I got to the cab stand worried that I wasn't going to make my train, and in my rush to get out of the cab at the station I knocked my wallet off my lap, dropping every credit card, business card, frequent flyer and Oberweis Moo-lah ice cream discount card out onto the floor. I can't pry those cards out of my wallet fast enough when I need them, but one little bump and they are out and circulating like Bode Miller in Sestriere.

Assessment: Lost $20, my bank card, and my house keys. Still have Moo-lah card. (Thank God.)

The highlight of the morning, though, was when my friend Sal picked me up at the station. He's been so great doing this favor for me, so I thought the least I could do was channel Cheerleader Heather, paste a smile on my face and wave, despite the way the morning was unfolding.

But, I'm sitting there, waving with two arms, like I'm waving in a 747, and then as I get closer I suddenly realize that it's totally not his car I'm waving at. It's identical, only this car has two morbidly obese people in it, making out like one of them was leaving for war...

...and that is now indelibly burned into my retinas.