Something bad is about to happen. I know it. I just freakin' know it. No one is this lucky, not in this economy.

Still -- we sold our house.

I assumed my next blog post would detail my elevated stress level over a lack of traffic and no offers, so I almost can't believe what I'm writing. But it's true: One week and one day after we put our house on the market, someone made us an offer.

I'm not sure if it was the beautiful staging, the brilliant pricing, the lack of decent competition in the area, or the voodoo rituals I've been chanting for the past month, but somehow, some way, something worked.

That doesn't mean my stress level has gone down.

Click here to read why Eliza is still nervous ...

Just because you get an offer doesn't mean that the house is sold. After experiencing the initial high of hearing an offer has come in, you come crashing back down to earth upon hearing one little word: contingencies.

The sale of our house is contingent on inspections and the buyer's ability to get financing. Which is an absurd notion, given that the economy is in the toilet, and nobody can get financing unless they're putting 90 percent down in solid gold bars. (I think I'll go back to chanting those voodoo rituals. )

Regardless of the obstacles, my husband and I dutifully showed up at our realtor's office the next day to review the offer in all its glorious contingencies. As we were busy signing our names roughly two hundred times, our realtor told us everything he knew about the potential buyers, and I couldn't help thinking how completely irrelevant all of it was.

Really and truly, I couldn't care less that they are an upwardly mobile couple who are transferring to the Bay Area for a job, just like we did four years ago. I need absolutely no convincing to sell the house. The buyers could be drug addicts looking to start a meth lab in the family room for all I care. Can they get financing? Fabulous! Cook away, meth-heads, the house is all yours!

Now, as the ink dries on the offer, we look ahead to a week of waiting for the contingencies to clear. A week that I'm sure will be filled with indigestion, headaches, heavy drinking, and yes, more voodoo rituals.