So, I made an offer. He countered. I accepted. We’re going to work up the paperwork tomorrow and I’ll write yet another check and we’ll schedule an inspetion and I’ll write another check and we’ll fill out some paperwork and I’ll write another check and then we’ll close and I’ll write another check and we will own more land than a girl knows what to do with.
I really, really hope it works out. I just think this house is as cute as a button. Whew, folks! Whew. I about want to dance around and throw up.
I checked the TDOT webpage and it looks like the Clarksville Pike widening is happening south of us, between Ashland City Highway and Briley.
And there’s a grocery store about five minutes north of us. I’m not sure where we go for fast food, but I’m sure our innards will appreciate that.
Holy shit.
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We’re ready for the house warming party!
Actually, I did once attend a house-warming to a friend of mine’s first ever apartment rental that was so good, she got evicted the next day.
That won’t happen to you, I promise!
The Butcher says that, if we’re going to have a housewarming party, we have to have a keg. So, extra reason to keep our fingers crossed–beer!
Keg? Sweet. I’ll bring the funnel.
Excellent!
Good luck!
Congrats!
Yah!!! Congratulations. Negotiating is nerve wracking ain’t it?
Yay!
kickass
Good luck!
Way to go!
Good luck!
And did you say beer? Tee hee.