Ok.....I'm girded and guarded for the obvious incoming strife from my fellow Freepers for what I'm about to post. But, for the sake of this thread alone I'm willing to bare my soft white underbelly [ tanned actually ... I live in Florida].
My daughter and her husband are young, early 20's young when they built their first home. He was reassigned to another part of the country and packed up his lovely wife,(my stunningly attractive and equally brilliant)daughter and their 2 year old daughter.
....and they put their house up for sale in real estate challenged, SW Florida.
Many, many, many double mortgage payments later I get a call from my daughter who is crying. They had to sell their cars, blood, cuticals and anything else they could to make both mortgages. They dropped the price of their home, changed realtors ... anything they could ....
....when I decided to try something foolish. I bought a St. Joseph's statue, drove the 146 miles to their house for sale which wasn't selling along with the several other homes on their street in the same condition ..... buried it ... said a prayer and left. Calling my sobbing but grateful daughter, and telling her what I had just done....feeling both helpless and foolish we hoped this would work.
It's 5 days later and she got a call from her realtor. They have an offer .. in the price they were asking .. with a close date of 30 days from today.
I know...I know........but you have to admit .... it makes a great story!
Your # 8 - Would you come over to our house and teach us the prayer?
Musta done it wrong..............FRegards