Don't mess with Ma and Pa Jank

Merry Christmas to all!

So we got a contract to buy a cute, cute house in Mystic last week. Smaller than the one we’re leaving, but the yard is gorgeous, and it’s about 3 miles from the a boat launch on the Mystic River, just across from the seaport about a week ago. The inspection was cake, and financing looks like there’s not a whole lot to wrap up. But we’d been sweating selling the place in Katy.

“Don’t worry,” said Dad Jank. “We’ve been praying that you’d have a contract by Christmas.”

“Riiiight…” said I.

We put the house on the market when we decided to move up to New England, and have shown it maybe 10-15 times since. Granted, there’s been Thanksgiving and the work up to Christmas, not so many folks looking for homes. Plus, it’s Katy, where they’re throwing up new homes like a 16 year old threw up beers in Mama Mia’s. Call me Thomas.

Today, Missy calls, and says she’s faxing up an offer. Overall, we end up as good or better financially than any of the scenarios that she or I had cranked out. The catch is that the buyers want to close EARLY in January. Which isn’t much of a problem; Ma and Pa Watkins have plenty of space for Missy, Jake, and the dog, Sister Jen is willing to take the cat for a little while. Plus, I’m heading down for Christmas anyway… We counter to get a couple grand more for our trouble.

They counter our counter looking for, I kid you not, One Hundred and Fifty Dollars.

Sold, we say.

Dad Jank has the inside line to the man upstairs.

Posted by jank at December 23, 2003 10:30 PM