There's a pineapple waiting in Hell for my realtor

Here's a little update on my mother's house. The deal fell through. Apparently the woman had a car accident and her car was totalled. She has to use the closing money to get another car, so the deal is off. The really funny part is that my realtor has known this for a week, and has had the paperwork to cancel the deal since then. Has he called me? No! Emailed? No...sent a passenger pigeon? Hell no! Kim, my younger sister, offered to deal with the real estate stuff for the estate, so she has been the one he has been in (non) communication with. We hadn't heard anything on the inspection that was supposed to have happened last Tuesday, so she called him Sunday. He told her some big whopper about still trying to make the deal happen.... Today, she decided to call the other woman's agent and got the real story. Amazing. sigh....

There is a daily pineapple waiting for him in hell. (If you haven't seen "Little Nicky", you won't understand that reference :-O)

Off to get proposals from new realtors, because ours is FIRED! Needless to say, I am not a happy camper...no sir, not one bit.

What sucks?

Well, let me tell you. It sucks that finally after more than a year, we got an offer on my mom's house. We were not happy with it, but we accepted it anyway. Today, Bill and I were over there doing a final walk around/pick stuff up, and a car pulled up in the drive. It was the buyer, come to show her entire fricking family the house. Ok... So she asks me a few questions, and I started to tell her all about mom's plants and gardens. She informed me that number one, she is allergic to roses, so those all have to go. Ok, I can understand that. Next, she tells me that the whole yard is just way too busy for her, so about a month after the closing, she is going to have a big old barbeque, and invite all her friends to a "digging party". They will get to dig up all of my mother's gardens, and either take what they want, or throw it out.

Logically, I get that it will be her house, and she could burn the fucking thing down if she wanted to, but to say that I am upset is *the* understatement of the year. This really hurts my soul. All the years mom spent making her home a refuge, and this "person" is just going to willy-nilly dig it up and destroy it. It seriously made me want to vomit. Why would someone buy a house that has huge gardens, and then tear them out? Whatever... as long as the check is good, I guess that's just life.

So now you know. This sucks. I just thought I was depressed before.