Thursday, February 14, 2008

We're buying a house!!

The paperwork is signed, everyone is happy. Now all we gotta do is get past the inspection and we are golden. We've been down this road before as some of you know. I didn't write about it here because I didn't want to relive that nightmare. When I told my brother we were buying a house, his very appropriate response was, "I'll believe it when you move in." Fair enough.

Now the Statesville weirdness kicks in. Last night we accepted the counter-offer made by the sellers. Their last name is Sink. About 12 hours later, I'm dropping Lindsay off at pre-school. As we are walking up, we pass the teachers on curb duty and they both say, "Congratulations!! We heard you are buying the Sink's house!!" I looked at them like "how the hell do you know that?" They just shrugged and said it was a small town. When we went inside, no fewer than four teachers told me congrats on the house. I had only told one person in town that we were buying the house and she didn't tell anybody. I'm not sure if I should be creeped out or if I should accept it as small town life. I sort of feel like I'm being watched and monitored. Of course we are all being watched and monitored all the time now, but I didn't know the info was public knowledge. Sorry. That's my conspiracy theory mind kicking in. I can't help but wonder, are they tracking me? I've never had a flu shot.


Vamp D said...

You must be paying to much and they are bragging to everyone they know.


They've been trying to sell the house for years, and finally did so they're telling everyone they know.


This is THE haunted house in Statesville that EVERYONE knows about and are secretly laughing at you cause you bought the Amityville/Statesville house. :shrug:

Just a thought or three.

In all seriousness, I hope this one finally works out for you guys. Vinny was just saying the other day how he wished he had his own room.

W said...

Congrats man!

But the burning question... does it have stairs leading to the attic? :)

greg said...

small town life does taking some getting used to.

like when the guy behind the counter at gas station slash mimi-mart starts talking to you about his pet iguana...

AMR said...

I'm just pissed you bought a house in S'ville and not W-S. Oh the trips to First Street we would have made from your Ardmore casa.

I'll take friendly banter from small town folk who lack any sense of urgency whatsoever over just about anyone else, even if that means engaging in a debate over the tragedy that is increased taxes on cigarettes ("Tobacco built this state! Don't they know that Uncle RJ pays my bills!").