Ma went to an auction yesterday in the little town close to Uncle Jim and Aunty Marsha’s farm.
The fixer upper flipping has gone to her head.
In addition to being an antique dealer and a restauranteur she now sees herself as a real estate mogul!
Heaven help us all.
Granted the place was cute and full of character as it was built and decorated to resemble a boat.
You have to feel sorry for poor Dad not to mention me!!
She set off with the check book in purse and had a sum in mind for the property. The auctioneer started well above her number but there wasn’t much action.
In the end the executor of the estate refused the amount offered and a private negotiation ensued so Ma was not privy to the price expected except that it was at least double what she had in mind.
Thank heavens for that. I don’t think I could take another round of sleepless night tossing and turning and dreaming of stripping wallpaper!!!
Blessing#2488-Outbid
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