my birthday is in December. It was from an insurance company called Tricor. The card was a postcard so my father-in-law could clearly see that I was being wished a Happy 65th Birthday. Needless to say he is never going to let me live it down. He now calls me a cougar! I’m far from 65 but it was like getting punched in the throat. What could be worse than that? Well let me tell ya.
After two hell filled days and one migraine we found a house in
Kentucky we liked and we put in an offer. You know the house had to be
incredible because it didn’t have a basement and I was still willing to buy it. The sellers countered way higher than we were willing to go, double throat punch. My gut told me that we should walk away from it and we did.
After returning from the house hunting trip I was still feeling good about things and I was looking at houses online. The phone rang, it was the realtor. It turns out that financing fell through for the people that were buying our house. Triple throat punch! So now our house is back on the market (gulp) and we are back to square one. Thankfully I listened to my gut and we walked away from the house in KY.
You guys know what kind of hell I go through to show this house, I really am not looking forward to doing it again. The kids were on the verge of tears when I told them, they hate showings too.
So the pity party is over for now and on a better note; I did my first radio interview yesterday. I was on KDTH for Voices of the
Tri-states. As soon as I figure out how to do it, I will post a link to the
podcast. I have my book signing at DubuqueFest to look forward to on the 18th and I was invited to do a signing at the Monticello public library on the 23rd. So I guess it’s not all bad.
Did I mention that it was ninety degrees here yesterday and we are expecting rain/sleet/snow tomorrow?
The moral of the story is this: The more you get punched in the
throat the less you feel like talking. (I’m whispering this to you right now.)