Still haven’t heard yet, and it’s 5:25pm. They accepted offers this morning at 10am. I’m terrified, both that we get it and that we don’t. If we get it, and we get the money, and it funds, then dude, we have some work to do. If we don’t, sigh…. It’s the cutest place. It’s a Lala and Rachael place. But house or no house, Lala’s my girl, so that’s the most important thing.
Also, she’s very nice when a tow truck driver decides that driving on the right is just SILLY. It’s an argument for camera phones, people. He looked down at me from his window, and Lala said from over my shoulder, "You just hit us!"
He said, "You hit ME!"
Then he tried to put his truck in drive, and he did move it just a few inches. I jumped into action, flinging dogs all over the interior of my car, scrambling for my phone, throwing open the car door. He froze, in what looked like confusion, and I ran all over the street, all angles, taking photos, yelling in my loudest voice, "That’s good! Great! I got it! Yeah! That’s it!" (What was I, on a modeling photo shoot? Lookin’ good, baby.)
The next words I heard from him were while he was talking on his cell phone to his boss, "We’re going to have pay for this one, boss."
All are fine, dogs and girls, and the company (when they heard that I really did have photos) is paying for the repairs, no questions asked.
Lala’s account is better than mine.
Now, here’s hoping the realtor calls soon with good news!
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