"She could be a real dog, man."

It is becoming increasingly doubtful I'll reach that closing date that's a couple of weeks away. Who knows what lies ahead today, but I've got my walking sandals strapped up. Clearly, there's a pile of cash shoved over into the poker pot so far, enough to swing by Harbor Freight to pick up a...

1. 12 ½ in wood planer
2. 10-in, rack-and-pinion, jobsite tablesaw
3. 3 ½ cu ft cement mixer
4. 7 ¼ in circular saw
5. 2300 PSI pressure washer
6. 17-ft ladder
7. 3-ton floor jack
8. 70-gallon dust collector

So, I could of had all of THAT, stuff in the I Want box for 2023, but instead...rationally, I understand that's the value of knowledge. And unless the "not forthcoming" seller forks over $30k in repairs...well, there's an old Nancy Sinatra song about this.

And geez, my contractor looks NOTHING like Jonathan Scott!

Am I back in the house hunt? Am I back in the cowpie-laden field of all of the redneck lotteries out there? I suppose I never left.