Waiting waiting waiting

Waiting to hear on the offer we put out on another house.

Waiting to hear how the inspections went on ours.

A mite nervous simply because of the experience last time - shoddy inspection job - even our Realtor said it was the most unprofessional report she'd ever seen. And it had factual errors, like that a certain type of wiring was from the 40s and 50s. Uh, nope. Daughter of an electrician knows a bit about these things. So anyway, not meaning to go there, but I don't want to get another offer dropped, especially for things that are entirely fictitious.

Our much-loved fireplace with cast-iron grate.

Our much-loved fireplace with cast-iron grate.