“I’m so glad we didn’t purchase that money pit”
I wipe my brow and wince each time we drive by a handful of homes in Seattle. Before we bought our first home, we had submitted an offer on a For Sale By Owner (FSBO for short) and backed out at the last minute. The owner started getting picky about stuff she wouldn’t fix before we moved in. For us, it was too much and we got a weird vibe about the seller. She and her ex-husband owned the home, but there were some marital complications.
The day we were supposed to sign the papers on her house, we stopped by a quaint home about two miles south or hers. The house was tiny, but was move-in ready. We bought the tiny house a couple weeks later.
There have been a few cars I almost purchased, but for some reason walked away from the deal. Ford Focus. Nah, didn’t need that car. Plus I didn’t really care for the guy trying to suck his claws in my pocketbook. Then there were a few others: Tina, Isabella, Jennifer, and Stephanie.
This time yesterday I had an absolutely perfect blog topic in my head. I sat down last night to type it up. POOF! It was one of those blog posts I pictured in my head and imagined how it would be so much better since I’m no longer on Facebook. Alas, it’s gone. I will scan the depths of my mind to find it. [searching} Nope, nothing. This losing of terrific blog post ideas happens way more often than it should.