I'm a special lady friend (there are hundreds of us) and I have sadly come to realize I'm more on the Walter spectrum than The Dude.

I'm selling my dad's house because he passed away last month. It's a nice house, nice location, but it needs work. It's not a complicated case, there aren't a lot of ins, outs, and what-have-yous. I priced it accordingly, "as is," and had 2 offers above asking within 12 hours of listing it. The first came back with a higher offer, quicker closing, so I went with that. But I'm not a fucking amateur. I knew there would be some goldbricking in the end to make up for it.

Today I got their estimate for what they want back at closing and it's ridiculous. Fatuous. They ran up insane numbers to make up for their increased offer and make some money back at closing on top of it. I went through it with my realtor and I couldn't stop myself to say it (obviously she wasn't a golfer, she didn't get it). I only wish I had followed up with "Mark it zero!"

My realtor basically told me nothing is fucked (yet). I'm finishing my coffee. Maybe I'll get to the point of not worrying about that shit, life goes on.