Chores

So... over the weekend I did the chore that I hate to do the most. Wash, dry and sort socks. I hate it. We have way too many socks... so many I believe I talked about it in a previous blog.

Point being it's a stupid nuisance chore that I hate doing, for no other reason than I hate it. What is a stupid chore that you hate doing. One that isn't necessarily hard to do, but somehow gets under your skin?

But.. hatred of sorting socks aside: the place is getting there. We are T minus 3 days from our first INSPECTION. That's right: we (already) have a conditional offer of the house. "But JayCat.... since I am an astute reader of your blog, I know that you weren't showing until Thursday... WTF?" Yes, dear reader. You would be right. We got an offer on the place... site unseen. Supposedly they know the floorplan, they like it and want to get it before a multiple offer situation comes on the market. Which means we countered with anoffer over our asking... and... they took it.

So... yeah... we have to go forward assuming that they will somehow back out, and that we will havet o go ahead with the open houses... but this thing may be bought and sold already.

woot for us!

(note: we had our inspection today... went AWESOME!"