On Saturday, we had a realtor show us a house that fit all our requirements.
On Sunday, we looked at other options and agreed the house was our best fit.
On Monday, we had vital questions answered by the bank, called the realtor, and made an offer.
On Tuesday, we signed and faxed back a five-inch-thick stack of paper.
On Wednesday, we waited.
On Thursday, we discovered the owner is in Mexico. Living in Mexico. And the realtor for the owner doesn’t have any way to contact said owner directly.
On Friday, we wondered why all those spammers out there keep sending emails about penis enhancement but never offer anything a couple planning a move really needs, like bulk-rate valium.
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