SOLD*SOLD*SOLD

Last week Tom and I were in our pajamas and someone knocked at our door. It was Gay from the "Hope House" and she was delivering a giant basket

of champagne, a movie, popcorn, beef jerky, candy, etc with a thank you note. She told Tom "We're really not bad people!!!" ha
Only my husband can kick someone out of their house, sell it back to them  at a profit, and get thanked for it. This story is definately one for the records.
Tom told me it's called "Karma" and it all worked out because he was nice to them, even when they didn't deserve it. Not like we didn't work for it and lay awake nights about it.
Here's a quick recap. Oct 7th Tom bought the house on the county courthouse steps because they hadn't made a payment in 18 months. He hadn't even seen inside, but knew it was a great location. The next day he went to tell them he bought it and they needed to get out. She told him "Our house is not for sale!"  He finally convinced her we now own it and we will give them until the end of Oct to move out. She called and said her son in law died and her husband had a heart attack, could we give them a little more time. Tom gave another week, but went thru the legal system and gave them an eviction. They still wouldn't move out. We filed in court to get them out and she appealed it. We went to court and she never showed up. The judge ordered them out Dec. 3rd. She called crying again and asked to meet us at 7am on Dec. 3rd. We agreed, got up early, and no one answered the door. Tom just knew they were dead so he went to the sheriffs and told them the story and convinced them to come with him in the house. No one was there except the dog. Tom called her, the sheriff called her, & Tom finally left a message "I need to know what to do with your dog!!". Her boss called back saying they'd had such tragedy hit them could we give them one more week? We agreed as long as they reimbursed us for all our legal fees as we were leaving for vacation the next day for a week. That afternoon as we're getting all the last minute things finished so we can leave town her attorney calls. I happened to be in Toms office. He started out nice asking where we were going, etc then turned into an ass saying Tom was so heartless for evicting someone and kicking them out right before the holidays and asked if they could stay until after the holidays or they were going to sue us. Tom reminded him "It is our house, we've gone to court, we've paid their mortgage for almost two month and they need to get out". The lawyer said "Well they may not win, but it will still cost you a bundle to fight it and her boss has deep pockets."  Pissed us off we looked at each other, called his bluff, and told him where to go. Went to the house, Tom had a locksmith change the locks and locked them out and all their posessions inside. We then went home, packed our flip flops and got ready for vacation. Our vacation was wonderful,  but a lot of it was spent talking on the phone and dealing with it and thinking about it.  So the Monday we got home one of the many, many messages on Toms phone was the husbands 86 yr old Dad asking for a meeting with Tom. He and his son showed up in Toms office. Tom asked the husband how he was feeling since his heart attack. SURPRISE, he hadn't had a heart attack.  Seems Gay has a mental problem and they have plenty of money. The husband said he didn't have a clue why she hadn't made the payments. So they wrote up an offer for the parents to buy the house back from us. We decided they could get any of their stuff (including their son in laws ashes, which Tom told her we'd been keeping warm for them), but they couldn't move back in until it was closed.  So to end the story, his parents bought the house back for them, they moved back in which was easy since all their stuff was still there. His parents were so nice and so appreciative even though his mom did say she'd love to hang a daughter in law out a window on a short rope. So we've closed on the house, made enough money to re-do our vacation and hopefully take the kids this time.  We had joked about putting a bottle of champagne & a Welcome Home sign on the kitchen counter, but decided against it. After getting the basket from them I wish we would have. So that's our day. Can't wait until the next house and the stories we'll have to tell.