Steeerike Two!

The husband and I talked ourselves into the idea of living in Mariposa, which is almost an hour from Lee's job. We put in a bid on a little, old, but workable house in town that was walking distance to the store, library, etc. The thing that swung us over was the fact that the Hubby could walk down the street to the bus stop and take that to work instead of driving. So we filed the paperwork on Thursday. There was some fishy stuff going on with the real estate agent, he is the nephew of the house owner, a very new agent, and was pushing us to use him as our agent too so that we could get the first bid in. So despite nearly getting into a shouting match with the smarmy bastard, we did what we had to do to get the bid in. Well, to make a long story short, we lost the bid. We don't know if it was due to something he did, or neglected to do, or if it was just dumb luck, but either way there are no good feelings between the Tank family and Coldwell Banker. Of Mariposa. With an agent that shall remain nameless other than the moniker HandlebarMustache. One more swing and a miss and its back to the dugout for us...