Dawn's Digression.

Let me just tell you about The House of Mosquitoes, hereby referred to as THOM. We made an offer on THOM Saturday. Michele made her 1/2 dozen revisions to the offer, signed it and faxed it to our agent. The dumb ass piece of shit real estate agent did not even LOOK at the offer, and faxed it on to the seller's agent. The seller's agent calls our agent to tell her that our offer has been constructed incorrectly. And Michele dated it illegally or something. Our agent calls Michele and gives her an earful about how Michele did all this stuff wrong. I'm sorry? Michele did something wrong? No, you did something wrong you big dumbass. What kind of agent takes an offer off the fax machine and sends it on without looking at it? Ours does. *sigh* So our offer is completely jacked up and now their agent knows our agent is a dumbass. We are going to get so screwed. The good news of all of this is that we are getting a counter-offer. When, I couldn't tell you. But it will be after the seller's agent corrects the original document. What a frickin' mess. Poor Michele is all kinds of upset. She has a tendency to get really worked up. So now we don't trust our agent and don't feel like she has our best interests at heart. This is not going well. But I suppose it is if you're just looking at outcome. We're getting a counter offer. And boy howdy, I can't wait to see what that looks like since that agent now knows he can eat our lunch. Lovely. Just lovely.

I'm still trying not to get excited about it. There's just no point. I can see me getting all excited and then us not getting it. But I am a teensy bit excited. Not that I'd ever tell Michele that. It would just freak her out somehow.