Everyone must breath until their dying breath. (Regina Spektor)

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Cole: "Why does it smell like avocados and celery in here?" (said in the car, on the way to school, while sucking on a ricola cough drop.)

I did not know how to answer that. If anyone else has any ideas, let me know. Cole hates it when I can't answer his questions, which, no matter how bizarre, he always expects me to know the answer to. Because.

Anyway, in other news, we are getting the house ready to sell. Maybe. Probably. Heaven willing. According to realtor #1, we'll be able to sell it at a reasonably acceptable price, if the buyer is dumb enough not to get an independent appraisal. Hmm.... This is what I want to know. How in the underworld beneath, does one buy a house, improve its condition, pay its bills on time, and otherwise be an honest and financially stable owner, only to have it decrease in value in a measly three years, to the point that you are now 20 grand in the hole to the bank, an amount you've easily already paid out to said bank through interest alone?

I was never very strong in math, but those numbers just don't add up to me. Seems like, either way you go, someone else is trying to make money off you. But, I guess that's the way of it, huh? Sigh.... Seems all very fatalistic. We'll see if opinions match up as we do some comparison shopping. Yes! Comparison shopping! Hurray for learning!

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