The House's Revenge
Just a quick note because while I am alive and mostly well, the appraiser comes Friday. That is 38 hours from now. I have ten years of living in this house to hide before he comes.
I think there is some sort of rule that says that everything and anything that can, will fall apart right before the appraisal. Our Evaporative Cooler we got working again because the AC died..thus requiring the refinancing...Well it starting having troubles this afternoon and ended up causing a nice pool of water to form up in our attic. Um..not good. Thankfully, we live in the driest possible climate and it has mostly all dried up on its own. But my goodness...what's next? The dryer died a couple of weeks ago...so is the washer next? Actually, I've decided since the laundry room is clean, there will be nothing more washed until Friday evening. Ha..so the washer can't die on me.
Hmm..my question of what next? Is completely rhetorical...because if you say it, it probably will break. So don't say it. Don't even think it..please!
Think only positive happy thoughts about my poor house. Especially on Friday afternoon. Send enough positive vibes the appraiser can't help but absolutely fall in love with the house! Or at least, fall in love with my husband so that he gives us a great dollar figure anyway. He he.
Wish me luck as I crawl back into my closet. I will have it clean.. I WILL!
Oh and Hope, I got your questions. Look for the answers next week sometime.
I think there is some sort of rule that says that everything and anything that can, will fall apart right before the appraisal. Our Evaporative Cooler we got working again because the AC died..thus requiring the refinancing...Well it starting having troubles this afternoon and ended up causing a nice pool of water to form up in our attic. Um..not good. Thankfully, we live in the driest possible climate and it has mostly all dried up on its own. But my goodness...what's next? The dryer died a couple of weeks ago...so is the washer next? Actually, I've decided since the laundry room is clean, there will be nothing more washed until Friday evening. Ha..so the washer can't die on me.
Hmm..my question of what next? Is completely rhetorical...because if you say it, it probably will break. So don't say it. Don't even think it..please!
Think only positive happy thoughts about my poor house. Especially on Friday afternoon. Send enough positive vibes the appraiser can't help but absolutely fall in love with the house! Or at least, fall in love with my husband so that he gives us a great dollar figure anyway. He he.
Wish me luck as I crawl back into my closet. I will have it clean.. I WILL!
Oh and Hope, I got your questions. Look for the answers next week sometime.
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2 Comments:
I'm sure your house looks great! Don't worry, for this kind of appraisal they look at the "bones" of the house and it's features.
Good luck, the great thing is, after he's gone you can look around and enjoy all the hard work you've done. But I do agree with gina, they really do overlook dirty socks on the floor and dishes in the sink.
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