There are two wooden wagon wheels in front of the Yellow Brick Elephant. Every time we filled out an offer on the house, husband and I joked about whether the wagon wheels convey. But if we get the house, we get the wagon wheels, and we don't want them. You can hve them if you can figure out how to transport them.
I do, however, want the enormous cast iron kettle. And the book cases and the tall chairs in the breakfast nook. The microwave and the washing machine and drier would be nice, too.
Our mortgage guy says we are pre-qualified, so that's the last hurdle, other than the possibility that the auction doesn't go off, say if someone else buys the house before the auction, or the seller files for bankruptcy.
Oh, oh, oh. I can't stand the suspense. I've never been to an auction. What if I do something stupid, and someone else gets the house? I think I'd better attend a few in advance, so I know what I am doing. |
