Fingers & Toes Crossed.

There is a ‘second showing’ happening tonight between 6 and 6:30. I am half-pleased, half-concerned.

I am pleased because, as you’ve figured out, I’m really shitty at being patient. I hate delayed gratification. I want to move and get on with all the things I want to get on with. I want to stop talking about selling the house, showing the house, cleaning the house, showing the house.. (and then I can start boring you with “buying the house” “inspecting the house” “buying the house”! Wheee!)

I am concerned because it’s likely that they’ll offer less than our asking price; that’s what people usually do. I don’t want to accept less than our asking price because our asking price is the price we want. I know we can turn the offer around and say, “Uh uh, you give us our asking price or.. WE DON’T LET YOU HAVE THE HOUSE!” but the impatient part of me is shouting, “I’ll take $50 cash and a handfull of wooden nickles!” because the impatient part of me, as noted above, is ready for a new project to fixate on. The thing is, I’m still half-convinced our house is underpriced.

The good thing about all of this is Coffee’s part in the whole process. He’s the sane one around here (no shit!) and he’s the patient one (double-no-shit!) and he’s the one who will tie me up, duct tape my mouth shut and politely inform the potential buyers that we will not accept the nickles I’d be willing to take in exchange for the house. If need be, I’m pretty sure he’ll stuff me in the trunk of his car, drive around the block and lock it to prevent me from chewing through the tape and shouting, “TAKE THE HOUSE! JUST TAKE IT!”

At any rate, please cross your fingers and toes around 6pm EST today and chant, “It’s a looooooovely house! Buy the house!” over and over while facing Southern Ontario. I’ll be in the park with the dogs having a panic attack if you need me.

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Landshark.