It is a ridiculously hot real estate market and the Hubs has been working overtime. When we first started working together way back in 2006 we divided up the responsibilities: he'd work with buyers and I'd work with sellers. Over the last couple years, I've pulled away from real estate and left a lot of it up to him. He's been working like crazy these last few months and I couldn't help him because I've been finishing up Midlife Bites.
But as luck would have it, I'd just turned in my book to my editor at the same time he sold a listing, so I could help him. And it was a good thing I was around!
Because he specializes in buyers, he sometimes forgets the rules and laws for working with sellers. Last week he sold a listing (yay) but I felt he was misinterpreting the contract. No. It was more than a feeling. I KNEW he was misinterpreting the contract, but I could not get him to understand that what he wanted to do was not correct.
"No, no, no," I said. "You'll be in trouble if you do that."
"I do it all the time," the Hubs replied.
"Yeah, because when you do it you're representing the BUYER. It's okay when it's the buyer, but the seller cannot do that!" I was practically screaming because he wouldn't listen to me.
"What do you know?" he said. "You haven't sold a house in a year."
McScuze me??? I might be a bit rusty, but I still know my contract law. "I know my shit," I argued. "I've sold a lot more listings than you have. Trust me. I'm right."
"I'll bet you I'm right," the Hubs said.
I don't normally like to bet unless I know I can win. When I go to Las Vegas, I go to the spa and shopping because I'd rather "lose" money that way. But I knew I was right, so I bet him. "If you call the real estate commission and ask them who is right, I'll bet you a hundred dollars," I said. That's how confident I was.
"Fine," the Hubs said. "I'll call them now."
"Fine," I said.
The problem was, it was a Saturday and the commission was closed for the weekend.
Yesterday was our anniversary. We didn't exchange gifts this year because after 18 years of marriage, what could a person still want?
I was working in my office when the Hubs poked his head in. "You got a minute?" he asked.
"Yup."
He walked in and dropped a hundred dollar bill on my desk. "The Hubs always pays his debts," he said. "Happy Anniversary, you were right. You're always right."
And that right there was all the gift I've ever wanted.
What's the best anniversary present you've ever received?
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