Full of Craps

The home inspection I referenced last week is history. Luckily, the sale of our home is not. Though the buyers asked for $20k in credits (yes, 20 thousand smackers), The Partner did not waver in his belief that they were not entitled to a penny more than $5k. After several rounds of negotiations, the buyers came around. Toward the end of the process, right before consensus was reached, I was convinced that the deal would fall through. It turned into one big gamble and I was completely out of my element at the high stakes craps table.

But the dice rolled in our favor. The Partner still has his pride and now we have our house. Nevermind that there were times during the stress of it all that I would've preferred my own apartment far away from him. I'm sure he felt the same way about me. At least with the new home, we have more square footage and a couple more acres in which to hide from each other next time life, and our inability to communicate about it, rears its wicked head.

So the packing begins.

Comments

  1. Sober BriquetteMay 23, 2007 at 11:03 AM

    Hooray, and thanks for the follow up. I was thinking of this last night.

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  2. Lawyer MamaMay 23, 2007 at 11:07 AM

    Whew! Congrats on getting it all over with. I'm not good at the poker game either. It's no problem at work, but when you're talking about your life it's tough to do.

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  3. slouching momMay 23, 2007 at 3:42 PM

    Yes! That is awesome.

    And my hubs and I disintegrate in times of stress also. That's so unfortunate... Isn't it supposed to be that you should grow closer as a couple while weathering stress?

    Sigh.

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  4. Mrs. ChickenMay 23, 2007 at 4:00 PM

    Hurrah! Moving is at once terrible and wonderful. How exciting for you!

    I want photos of the new place. What is this pool of which you speak?

    How's your work coming?

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  5. jenMay 23, 2007 at 8:47 PM

    you have acres? acres?

    oh, friend. i thought it was going to work out. hooray for optimism.

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  6. Redneck MommyMay 24, 2007 at 8:55 AM

    Congratulations Binky!!!

    So, just how many acres are we talking here?

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  7. Ruth DynamiteMay 25, 2007 at 4:01 AM

    Good for you! Glad it all worked out.

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  8. LaurenMay 26, 2007 at 3:54 AM

    Well that's good, I'm sure Chris is tired of squeezing into the laundry basket to hide from you.

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