In which what the flying fuck!??!?!
Bread dropped by today. We were served papers today; the sheriff was out at the farm this morning. Turns out the folks from whom we’re buying the farm property — on contract — are attempting to sue us for breach of contract, to the tune of about $40k.
My assumption is — because they’d asked last spring if we were looking for refinancing, and said they wanted the rest of their money — that they want out from under the contract, but can’t find anyone to buy the paper. I mean, there must be some motivation for this shit… this is the second time this year they’ve served papers on us, and we’re not doing anything but paying the mortgage every month.
Bread’s mom works for a lawyer, so his copy of the paperwork is with her boss already. We’ll see what happens. I just think it’s weird to get all litigious over some remodelling and a new roof, when your purchasers are pretty much great folk who pay their taxes and insurance and balloon payments on time. There are new doors — doors that actually close, and have locks and weather stripping and all the fun stuff the original doors lacked — and there are over half a dozen brand new windows, and about eight thousand dollars worth of columns on the new porch, which is cedar-decked…
I don’t know enough to know if we really are in breach for having done work on the house. If we are, I’m totally fucking pissed at our lawyer — who should have maybe mentioned this no-remodel stipulation to us, because clearly we missed it when we read the purchase contract ourselves.
I mean, what’s the point of buying a shitty old house, if you can’t unfuck the damn thing before your mortgage is over? We told the sellers during the purchase negotiations that we were going to start remodelling the very minute we moved in. Gah! I just don’t understand any of this, I really don’t. These people are weird. They left their dog there the first six months we lived there and never even offered to pay for dog food or anything, and then started going out there and taking stuff from the outbuildings until I finally wrote them a nasty letter, and now they’ve served papers on their buyers twice in six months. WTF?
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Damn, you got served. Now, it’s on.
Bring it, bitches! *hehe* -m
Ok, I gotta ask.
Dude, how high is the debt on the Karma Card, cause you certainly must have paid it off by now….
That’s what I’m fucking talking about. I mean, can I really be having a year like this one? Or is some asshole dreaming me? -m
I’m sitting over here next to Lady Wy. I mean, damn. Sorry, hope Bread’s lawyer dude comes up with something big in your favor.
Par for this course, in this Year of our Lord 2006. Next year can’t HELP but be better! -m
Oh man – I mean shit – I mean for fuck’s sake!
I’d ask what’s next? but I’m scared!
I know, right?! -m
Y’know, for what it’s worth, if you need or want an extra set of eyes, I’d be happy to read over your contract. Seriously. If you can scan or e-mail me a copy of it, I can check it out and let you know if there are any real substantive grounds for the serving of papers.
Aw, awesome. The contract’s at the farm, not with me, but if I can get it scanned I certainly will! Thank you! -m
[…] Tonight I hung out with Bread because we needed to discuss the property; the fucking hippies we bought it from are trying to foreclose due to ‘breach of contract’ (we did some remodeling) because they want to force us to refinance. They will not respond to any communications from us. They have instructed their lawyer not to respond to us. They are being total insane freaks. It sucks and I hate them. They’ve completely lost their fucking hippie minds! We’ve never missed a payment. We’ve been making two balloon payments a year for six years. The insurance is current. The property tax is current. We’re ideal buyers! […]