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Woot!

We got a house!

Just got a phone call, and they let us know the owner is quit happy to have us as tenants, so we're turning up later this afternoon with money and they're going to give us the keys.

Finally.

I'll do a friends locked post later with the actual address.

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paradigmshifty
May. 6th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Does that mean you're staying?
halloranelder
May. 6th, 2007 11:39 pm (UTC)
I'm afraid so.

It seems like you missed one of the real estate agents. :)
paradigmshifty
May. 6th, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
Damn. Now I'm going to have to move again. What do I have to do to get away from you?

Hmmm, maybe overseas this time...
greenglowgrrl
May. 6th, 2007 11:44 pm (UTC)
*uncrosses everything and falls over*
ozisim
May. 7th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
Yay!
*dances*
psuedonym777
May. 7th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)
w00t indeed! :o)
pastryproducts
May. 7th, 2007 02:16 am (UTC)
Woooooo.... (nude run)

Hey, you got an axe...I only got a beer....
psuedonym777
May. 7th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
Yes, but you can't drink an axe..... mores the pity!
paradigmshifty
May. 7th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)
But you can axe someone for a beer...
paxford
May. 7th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
Yay!!!! :-)
darcrider
May. 7th, 2007 02:41 am (UTC)
That's excellent news. Congratulations!
non_lj_mark
May. 7th, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
Congratulations
kunoichi_chan
May. 7th, 2007 04:01 am (UTC)
Congrats!!
merinnan
May. 7th, 2007 04:46 am (UTC)
Yay! That's excellent news :-)
ingysledge
May. 7th, 2007 06:47 am (UTC)
hurrah!
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