OH MY GOD. They like the offer. We’re going in tonight to make a change to the contract they asked for, and then…um…

Well, hell, I don’t know! We are likely to get the house!

Aiiiiieeee!

*spasm*

…This also highlights something James pointed out last night. We have no furniture.

Oh, we’ve got a fine home-office set-up–we have priorities!–and a dining room table (courtesy of my stepmother) but using that for an actual dining room table is gonna gut my studio, where it’s been my workspace. Other than that, we have a coupla bookcases, an exercise bike, and one half of a sectional sofa (It has only one arm.) Plus one wicker chair that James hates, which will get to live in my studio. This is the legacy of living in shoeboxes for a decade. I only stopped using a cardboard box with a tablecloth over it for a nightstand a few years back.

Since closing costs are going to make a major dent on our bottom line, we’re not exactly in a position to go buy furniture for cash, and I hate to get out Mr. Credit Card so soon after mortgaging my soul, so we may wind up with a house full of art where you sit on the floor for awhile. (I suppose we could put my back-rack in the living room, but many guests may not wish to hang upside down while visiting.)

Still, as quandries go, there are far, far worse fates than going from “Where would we PUT that?” to “Holy crap, what’re we gonna sit on?”

Oh god, I hope this actually goes through.