We've started looking for houses.... to buy.... in Virginia.
We got a realtor and everything. He's great. Just the kind of realtor you want, driven, and a just a little bit AWESOME. Perfect for a buyer. Seller's worst nightmare. (Grin.)
The thing about the housing market crashing, is that it's super awesome for me because I can buy your house, that you paid half a million for, for less than half of that.
I mean, guys, you should SEE the houses we're looking at. Marble flooring, granite countertops, crown molding and pillars.... for a low low price of $200,000. (or less!)
Add into that the fact that we're in a lease until August, and you have the perfect recipe for a short sale takeover. And then we can play that whole, "Well, that was our offer SIX MONTHS AGO" card.
Because if there's one thing we've got, it's TIME.
So watch out Virginia, we're coming to a home near YOU.
Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
(I felt that an evil laugh was appropriate, alright?)
P.S. I should mention that I make Realtors nervous because DadGuy does all the talking and I swoop in with a yay or nay and some "technical jargon" and then they want to please please please me.
P.P.S. It's the very same reason car salesmen hate me. DadGuy says I make people tense.
P.P.P.S. What can I say? I'm bossy and stuff.
