So we finally got our shit together and submitted our amended offer to the seller last night, in which we provided an estimate we got to replace the roof and install a Radon system. We’re asking for both to be covered by the seller in a credit at closing. We figured that was pretty fair since we’re completely leaving out the fact that windows need replacing, some grading needs fixing, and the furnace and AC could go at any minute. Almost immediately after receiving our paper work, his realtor called ours and goes, “I just want to make sure I’m reading this correctly, they’re asking for the whole price of the roof to be covered?” So, uh yeah, that doesn’t fill me with warm positive fuzzy thoughts.
The thing is, at the price we finally agreed upon, Dar and I are about $6,000 away from the top of our budget. Throw in the renovations that need to be done, a deck that needs completing, and then replacing a roof (which costs about $9500) and we’d be in the poor house if we had to pay for all of it. There’s no waiting on the roof situation either, since it’s about 1 good storm away from leaking. The way I figure it, he either has to replace it to keep living there, or give us the money to do it. Hopefully he sees it that way also. If he doesn’t, we can’t buy the house because we can’t afford to. If we have to start back at square one, I may go off the deep end. Into a bathtub of wine.
In other news, after 9 years, one of my favorite TV shows ended last night, and I was sobbing before the episode even started. Damn that Sophia Bush and her crying while saying goodbye, I couldn’t take it! Side note, words can’t even express how excited I was when she wore a shirt I have on an episode two weeks ago. Yes, I am secretly still a 16 year-0ld girl. Yes, the show was a tad ridiculous some seasons, but I loved it and now it’s over foreverrrrrrrrrr. Waaah. It’s almost as sad as when Friends ended.
Ok, sorry about that, moving on. In one week I’m heading out to Vegas, for what will probably be the quickest Vegas trip of all time. Nothing like landing out there at 10 am on a Friday and hopping back on a plane at 2:30 pm on a Sunday. I suspect there will be 0 adjustment to the time change, and lots of zombie like moments while celebrating my bests bachelorette party weekend. I’m excited. Then Darren arrives that Friday for a weekend here, I hope I’m fully recovered by then.
This week is throwing me for a loop, and every morning I lay in bed for a few minutes trying to remember what day it was. This morning the debate was whether it was Thursday or Friday, and unfortunately it’s only Thursday. Also, does anyone else ever feel like they’re going to work at the wrong time or on the wrong day if traffic is weird? This morning there was hardly any and usually Thursdays are a nightmare, so for a while there I was convinced I was wrong about something. Then I remembered it’s Easter/Passover weekend and people are probably on vacation. I’m not.
Anyway, please cross your fingers that this seller dude gives us the money we need. I’m becoming one stressed, cranky, bitch and Darren didn’t even want to talk to me yesterday. It’s getting ugly.