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, though....how are they tracking me? I've never had a flu shot.
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