We got a counter offer already. After saying, “Hey, that was quick,” we got to the details. Strangely, it was unlike a counter offer in the sense that the price they proposed was they price they listed originally. We said, “close in 90 days. “They countered, “close in 30 days,” (which is pretty standard).
It’s like Carmax. The price is the price.
We wanted the 90 days so we could have a running start at selling our house. Two mortgages means I have to start selling organs on E-bay, and I wish I meant the kind with stops and keys.
Tony, however, will likely be… prickly… about this. He believed the powers that be which say that buying a house is a negotiation. He will be affronted by the Carmaxing on this deal. I think the asking price is a bargain, and still want to go with this. However, we need to pause for a moment and look at the asking price for OUR house. What is the magic number that will get this house sold in 90 days or less, and still not give us an equity spanking on the way out? I want to walk away from this place with a certain number of dollars, a number we shall call rutabaga from now on, and I think that Mr. Tony and I need to make sure our rutabagas match. Then we need to talk with our Realtor, and see if our house is in a rutabaga field, or if we are just going to plow sand.
Well, I’ve taken this metaphor all the way downtown, it’s time to get off. I’ll tell you about our re-counter offer when we make one.