This Could Be a Great Day!

I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't a dream.  It is REALITY.

Last week, we showed our house to a realtor with clients in a foreign country.  Ival, who I have to admit is one of the best salesmen I've ever met (and his boss should be grateful to have him) took the agent through the house, pointing out all the features while she took pictures to send to her client. 

Yesterday, we showed the house 3 times.  The last couple was here for over an hour, taking pictures inside and out (although it was dark outside).  Again, even though it's taboo, Ival was here to greet them and start their tour and point out some things they probably wouldn't have paid attention to had he not been here. 

When they came, I decided to run and get some pizzas to cook once they left.  Usually a showing takes about 15 minutes.  It was dark when I got home so I parked across the street from the house waiting for them to leave.  Thirty minutes later, I was still "creeping" as Adam calls it.  Every once in a while I'd drive around the block, down the street, thinking they'd be gone by the time I got back.  Finally, I saw them outside.  Taking more pictures.  Then, back in the house.  Holy crap they've now been here for an hour and I'm hungry!  I called our realtor to tell him I was creeping and ask what it meant if the lookers have been here for an hour and are taking pictures of the outside of the house in the dark. 

"That's just one step down from having a U-Haul parked out front."

I should tell you too, that earlier that afternoon I had the following conversation with our realtor:

"Are you ready for some good news?"

"OK"

"We're getting an offer on your house!"

"YOU'RE SHITTING ME!"
(I swear, it just blurted out - that's so me.  I have absolutely no couth.)

As it turns out, the couple from the foreign country loved the house.

So, back to my creeping.  I finally see their realtor drive away and the couple get into their car so I pull into the driveway and lug the pizzas into the house.  There, standing in the dining room is the nice young man who has been there for over an hour.  Oh shit.  He's chatting with Ival.

So, to make a long story short, our realtor called later that night, close to 10 and said that he had been on the phone with the kid's realtor for almost an hour.  He is pretty sure that they too will be making an offer on the house today.  It seems they were very fond of Ival.  I wonder if they think he's included in the sale?  Hmmmm. I'm sure we could work something out.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?????  I told Ival that I'm staying home today, doing nothing except my cross stitch with the fireplace on, waiting for the realtor to call.  This is going to be a good day.  I can still hardly believe it and still a little afraid to get too excited, but holy heck - the possibility of 2 offers in 1 day? 

Ival already said he's hoping the nice couple from last night buy our house.  They really loved it.  So, I wait for the phone to ring...