i'm sorry i said such mean things about the people who came to look at our house... the man came back later tonight. he started by complaining about the woods, and asking about who owned it and wondering if it was possible to have it cut down. MY forest!! i seriously considered throwing howell's statistical methods for psychology at him. but then he became quite nice. saying that this was just what he was looking for. and that the woods was the only negative thing about the place. i mean, the woods pretty much *is* the place, but still... it sounded nice that he had only found one negative thing about it.

i love the man we're buying the house from! he just called, as he had seen i'd been trying to call him earlier. i was really nervous about talking to him, because i think it's so embarrasing to say that the money hasn't been transferred yet (we have until tomorrow, so i'm not too late yet). and the bank thing sounds too stupid to be real, so i was afraid he wouldn't believe me. but he didn't really seem to bother. he just wanted to hear if we could come and see them this weekend, to see if they could leave some of their furniture or if we want them to throw it away. and he has such a cute accent. and he seems so know everything. and he looks just like the mon chi chi dolls i had when i was a kid. i wish he wouldn't move... we could keep him in the basement.



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