My husband is bad at sharing information. The girls signed PART of the lease. They did not sign the WHOLE lease and no money exchanged hands. Therefore it is not official and no happy dance was warranted. I recind the happy dance.
Enter: headache and nervous twitch. Also, more mental chewing on my nails and maybe some running around in circles waving my hands in the air.
Will someone please remind me to never buy a house again? Kthx.
What brought all of this up is when this guy who calls himself the one girl's realtor called Paul up and asked him to pay a finder's fee. YES, some random dude who is supposedly working for a girl who found our listing on a website all on her own called up my husband and asked us to pay a finder's fee. Paul was like, um what? Did I sign a contract with you? Um, no. So no we're not paying him anything. That is crazy.
But it makes you wonder. It also makes my stomach hurt, but that might be partially due to the 2.5 pieces of Julie's amazing blueberry pie I ate tonight.
Here's something unrelated and kind of unbelievable. Paul now wears a 32. That means I will have to buy him jeans in a size 32/36. I think that's funny. =)
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Austen wears a 28/31 right now. He's not actually hit physical puberty yet. I think I will be dealing with this issue in the near future. (his bio father is 6'5" and about 175 - just imagine)
okay, the whole house thing is totally stressing me out for you!!! OMG...i don't know how you are staying so calm...
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