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the last papers should be signed next week. Bub had the image in his mind (doubtless from TV oversimplification) that they would hand us over the keys as soon as we sign the papers. we would then (as the image goes) turn, look at eachother and hug or high-five or some other over exuberant form of showing excitement and joy. it will probably go more like, we sign the papers, turn, look at eachother, Bub will say something depressing or defeatist and i will pop a happy pill and try not to cry.
this whole thing has been just as stressful as i thot it would be. don't mistake me, we are wonderfully estatic about owning our own home and even the work that has to be done makes us happy. we always knew, and were perfectly happy to think so, that any house we bought would need work. it's just that Bub is a complete asshole in stressful circumstances. i have, in fact, wrote a little ditty exclaiming his awesome superpower of assholeness. he is supreme and powerful indeed. he deserves his own cave and assholemobile.
all this aside, there is lots of work to do before we can move in. there will be more work to do after we move in. this will be a model example of homey perfection, a shining beacon of warmth and happiness where our children will look fondly back on childhood memories and Bub and I (assuming he doesn't kill himself with stress or i don't kill him with various appliances and utensils) will spend our twilight years rocking on the porch and gazing fondly after grandchildren coming to visit.
the inspection results are all good. much has been left undone or ignored, but the structure is sound, and deity willing, we will have the money, tools, talents, time and phone numbers necessary to do the work we need done.
this whole thing has been just as stressful as i thot it would be. don't mistake me, we are wonderfully estatic about owning our own home and even the work that has to be done makes us happy. we always knew, and were perfectly happy to think so, that any house we bought would need work. it's just that Bub is a complete asshole in stressful circumstances. i have, in fact, wrote a little ditty exclaiming his awesome superpower of assholeness. he is supreme and powerful indeed. he deserves his own cave and assholemobile.
all this aside, there is lots of work to do before we can move in. there will be more work to do after we move in. this will be a model example of homey perfection, a shining beacon of warmth and happiness where our children will look fondly back on childhood memories and Bub and I (assuming he doesn't kill himself with stress or i don't kill him with various appliances and utensils) will spend our twilight years rocking on the porch and gazing fondly after grandchildren coming to visit.
the inspection results are all good. much has been left undone or ignored, but the structure is sound, and deity willing, we will have the money, tools, talents, time and phone numbers necessary to do the work we need done.