i laughed. i cried. it was better than cats.

My phone rang at 7am. From a 5 hour sleep stupor, I turned off the alarm I had set and started getting vertical. This began my day.

Welcome to mr. toad's wild ride which we like to call "house hunting."

Twenty minutes later we were on the road to ken caryl, a *nice* neighborhood, to view a house at 8am. My cell is ringing again. It's our realtor. Apparently that call at a 7 was not my alarm but K, who I hung up on. Oops. I appologize and say we will be there soon. I give my folks a call about the last bit of financing to come in, but which i don't know the amount. I talk briefly with my mom ("you're up early!") and find out the amount. Mention we are off to look at a good deal. Will call back later.

We eventually meet at the house and start poking around and find out it is large, well maintained if a bit used, well landscaped, and at the top of our price range. We decide to put in an offer, since the price just dropped. If you remember the condo incident, you know why. We leave the house and drive to Paul's work to determine how long his commute is. It is about 8:45. I get a call from our lender, crossing our t's and dotting our i's with a good faith estimate. I say we will be home soon and will look at the estimates then. We decide to pick up groceries.

I get back to the car with the food and find paul on the phone with his dad, talking about this house we found. We get home. We put the groceries away. I get a call from paul's mom to get the actual description of the house. We get a call from P saying they are awake and we should pick up the bookcase any time. We put on shoes and start to head back out the door, and find this:

Leaks 7/28/07 12:50 PM

We call our friends to say we have a problem. We call the emergency maintiance guy .("bring a tarp") We start hauling out furniature from the front room. Said guy comes over and starts poking at our ceiling. it is mushie.

Meanwhile - my phone rings. It's the realtor. The offer fell through. Although the selling realtor assured our realtor that the price was correct last night, this morning when she brought our offer, he says it is actually $100k more. They had filled out the MLS wrong. There is much teeth gnashing.Ok, I say. Not your fault. The guy's a jerk. [can't talk now, our ceiling is falling in] , etc. Maintance guy finishes pulling down our ceiling and leaves. I break the news to Paul. Various family members are called ("false alarm. The island is not sinking.") and we generally get back to what ever the heck we were doing before hand. Oh yeah, bookcases. It's now about 11:30.

It has gone on from there, but hopefully that is the end of the unscheduled exictment for the day. The short story is we will be looking at some more houses this weekend. We rescheduled a gathering we were going to have tonight to someone else's house and after lunch we hope to get the bookcases. I can only hope the rest of the day is dull.