  I put a bid on a condo. It's gorgeous and I need all of the happy thoughts you guys can muster that they will accept an offer under 60,000. But Ronita has been having big family crisies, one after another. Her uncle just died, and that's on top of the two funerals she went to two weeks ago. This was her mom's brother and her mom isn't handling it well, so she's trying to deal with that as well as run a business. Knowing this, I am much more patient and understanding. She's a great realtor; she's just going through a string of family deathes.
This is the 3rd, though, so we'll hope for no more. I'll find out tomorrow if my offer is accepted or countered. I don't care if they counter as long as we can eventually settle on something I can afford. The only problem is that condos sell so fast in this town, people can really ask whatever they want and they are probably going to get it.
This place is perfect for me, with the small exception of being on the second floor (I know, Em; you don't even have to say it). It even comes with a washer and dryer and all new appliances and lots of storage space and I swear when I saw the laundry room, I almost had one right then and there. Oh, the agony of waiting! 
