Home Sweet Temporary Housing

If I could impart just one nugget of wisdom through the vehicle of enlightenment that is the Rimarama blog, it would be this:

Don't make jokes about Extended Stay America hotels, because that is where you'll end up.

I'm writing this post from the safety of my hut, but come the end of August, the family Rama will be homeless.

Our dream home dropped out of the sky and landed on our heads earlier this week with only one stipulation: we can't move in until October.

After losing all of last week's low-ball bids, last weekend the P-Dawg and I decided that we could, after all, live comfortably in what I had dubbed, "The Golden Girls Pad" (the house with the huge wet bar and retirement community vibe).

We made an appointment with our agent to put in a reasonable offer on it the very next day and stopped scouring the web daily for new listings.

But while surfing the web "for work" on Sunday night, the P-Dawg's finger slipped up and landed him on a brand new listing that met all of our requirements and more.

We went to see the house immediately and when we walked in, harps began to play and somewhere, a puppy crapped a rainbow.

The home, it spoke to us.

(Specifically, I was communing with the four season sun room off of the updated kitchen, and the P-Dawg could have sworn he heard the pool table the owners were leaving calling his name from the finished basement.)

Friends, the P-Dawg and I moved faster to bid on that house than the time when our return flight from London was cancelled and we raced a tour group full of senior citizens to be the first to arrive at the hotel and restaurant voucher table.

And we got it.

Now I'm trying to convince my parents to let us send them on a month-long vacation to the motherland so we could live in their house until October, or else it's Extended Stay America for us.

But I must say, if it weren't for the P-Dawg's cockamaney low-ball bidding scheme that yielded no results and stalled us for a week, we would have missed out on the opportunity to buy the house that made us want to look no further.

(Nice job, P-Dawg.)