Well, we did it. We took the plunge. We made an offer on the house last night. I had to pee three times during the signing of the paperwork, and had a little hand trembling. I also forgot how to spell my name towards the end. How many e’s in my name? I forget.

And apologies for TMI, but I am still in the throes of a GI upset that can only rival taking my nursing boards. And Marmot may be drunk for a few days. Signing up to spend the next 30 years paying off a massive amount of money can wreak havoc on your GI system, and your liquor cabinet.

And now we wait, with bated breath, for the seller’s response.

I’m pretty sure they’ll counter, I don’t expect immediate acceptance. We did put our best foot forward though and didn’t lowball them, but we have the closing date in May so who knows. Alll I can hope for is that they won’t tell us to get lost and take our nasty offer with us.

Meanwhile, martini anyone??