I just woke up from a most delightful little power nap while Bean slept and Sister and her friend zoned out on Nickelodeon. 'Cause I can do that again. 'Cause my house is under contract. Aw, yeah! As of last night, Husband and I signed a contract and the house is officially going to be sold. No more real estate agents tromping through giving me attitude about trying to sell without an agent, their picky clients judging my house-cleaning skills, decrying the lack of a dryer, sniffing about it being "too small." Someone loved it as much as we do. In fact, three couples loved it as much as we do and our visions of a bidding war came true! We ended up getting $2K more than we were asking for, and that was actually the lowest of the three offers. The winning couple had a kid, too, though--unlike the next highest bid--and they were also in a solid financial position--unlike the highest bid of all. Breathe a sigh of relief with me, everyone. (That is, if I still even have any readers left after my week's absence from the blogosphere.)
Husband and I are heading to some friends' house tonight on a dinner invitation. It's beginning to storm outside, but I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to cocktails, food that isn't take-out, and hearing someone talk about something other than selling houses! I'll catch up with y'all tomorrow.