We bought a house.
Where we'll be living in a month.
(Pause for Lamaze breathing: he he ho ho he he ho ho-lee-crap-I-live-in-Utah)
We were determined to stay within our budget, which meant that this was the best we could afford.
There's no denying the view is killer, but when we tried to put our satellite dish on the roof, the house first looked like a royal cousin...
...and then collapsed under the weight of sheer embarrassment.
So we told our realtor that we have
And immediately, we found this one that we really loved.
We were so excited! It was perfect for us! We made an offer on it and everything, and then at the last minute the seller disclosed that
- the house is in France,
- they -- the seller -- didn't actually own the house in the first place and as soon as the deal went through they were headed to prison for real estate fraud, and
- the property didn't allow dogs.
And as we were looking for an address (901 Smusmunuh Street, which turned out - bizarrely - to be situated between 714 Smusmunuh Street and 865 Smusmunuh Street) we pulled into a cul-de-sac to turn around in one last attempt to crack the house-numbering code.
And lo! There was our house!
It has a gigantic back yard - and by gigantic I mean "the fourteenth fairway" on accounta it's on a golf course. Brett hasn't stopped grinning and making vroom vroom noises with his imaginary golf cart since our offer was accepted.
So, we hope to close mid-August, and pack and load some time after that. Anyone wanting to help empty boxes can feel free to have their head examined. If your doctor signs off on it, give me a buzz and we'll have ourselves a party!
Just don't forget your party hat. If you don't have one, no worries...
Once we unload the Christmas decorations, there will be enough hats for everyone!