A domestic nightmare
Vim and I made cupcakes this weekend. The recipe from the latest Cooks Illustrated. I was expecting them to be sooooo gooood. and then I was mostly disappointed. I think I hate butter cream frosting. The joy of cooking black bottom cupcakes are better and the cream cheese and white chocolate frosting I make is way better.
On Friday we put in our first offer on a house and then waited around all Friday and Saturday to find out if it was accepted. By Saturday I was a ball of nervous and then I ate a cupcake and a half and we left to go fly kites. I had a massive sugar crash on an empty stomach and I though my head was going to explode with anger while I was driving around dealing with asshats on the road. I was muttering horrible things under my breath and wanting to rip my hair out.
A sandwich and a glass of wine later I felt much better but it was COLD over there in the far away land of Ocean Beach and Jack, while delighted to be flying kites, was also being a 2 year old and refusing to let anyone help him hold the ladybug kite in the gale force winds. I check my iPhone every 2 seconds to see if there was a call form our agent. Finally I broke down and sent him a panicked email. When we got home there was an email from him saying we didn’t get it because two cash offers beat us out.
I’m nightmaring about it now becasue I didn’t write a letter to the seller. Why didn’t I?!? GOD! Surely a seller would sell to a nice family that wanted to live there instead of a bunch of ass breathe contractors who are just going to flip it?! surely? I hate people.
Last night in my nightmare I snuck into the empty house and went out the back door and peeked though the fence and saw a beautiful wood with a playground for toddlers and a cluster of moms, all of them oddly looking like Sosuke’s mom from Ponyo, gathering around. But then I heard people enter the house and so I ran back in and tried to sneak out another door.
Now the other house we liked seems inadequate. It’s all shiney and new and I like old and decrepit better.
It has good things about it:
3 full baths, enclosed back and front yards, nice light, master bathroom kicks ass.
bad things: the person who finished it used some cheap materials. all the doors are cheap and so is the upstairs kids bathtub. It has nice bamboo floors but they were put in wrong so they squeak a bit.
*sigh*
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August 24, 2009 at 5:54 pm
I’m sorry you didn’t get the house. And bummer about the cupcakes. And why is my computer so slow right now? I’m typing “what’s in these quotes” and I see “about the cupcakes” slowwwwwwwwly forming.
August 24, 2009 at 7:36 pm
Don’t lose hope! Buying a house is like one part fun, and about 1000 parts depression, anger, and nerves. We lost out on our first bid on a place, too, and were devastated, BUT I’m now soo glad we did because I love the place we got a million times more. Don’t think of this place as the one that got away, think of it as that loser jerk you dated and almost ended up with, but then were rescued by the house of your dreams.