Today was our house-hunting trip. Things were considerably complicated when my beloved husband volunteered to assist in a wild turkey transplanting project this morning, involving him driving a truck and horsetrailer approximately 60 miles with a load of 80 turkeys in the back. As a friend of mine pointed out after hearing of the incident, my stories tend to have things going on in them that more urban people may have a hard time getting their minds around.
Anyway, the course of these little projects never goes smoothly, and we ended up being an hour and a half late getting to Boise. Thank heaven we have an understanding realtor. Who bought us brunch. Gotta love it.
In a nutshell, we put an offer in on a house today. We had eyeballed the plan pretty thoroughly, researched the area, liked what we saw when we toured it. So...now we wait.
Yesterday's inspection on this house went amazingly well. The buyer just had me show him around the house and we talked about the work we put into the place over the last couple of years. He looked at the appliances, checked out the property corners, and that was about it. I was expecting considerably more, but I'm more than happy to have him just sign off as being satisfied on the whole thing.
I'm back to being laid off this week. Yay! I get to sleep in tomorrow! Oh, and I started my period (this is somewhat of a fertility blog, so you all just have to put up with the continuing saga) and my uterus is a serious bitch. She is just plain kicking my sorry ass this month. Ow. Ow ow.