OK, we have a house. It’s amazing, I was beginning to doubt whether this would actually happen, but we are now living in our new house. We got all the heavy stuff and most of the other stuff moved today, and appliances and living room furniture delivered right on time. Woohoo!
Now we have to unpack those 8 million boxes, try to organize things in some coherent fashion, and I have to go to Omaha on Tuesday. Omaha, again…
Conversation that spread over 8 days, compressed for your viewing pleasure:
You need to send us these documents, some of which don’t exist on earth.
-OK, I'll make something up
-Did you get the documents?
Yeah, and there are problems we weren’t going to mention until it was too late for you to get the mortgage approved.
-Great, so what's the problem this time, jerkwad?
We need a deferrment letter that states 12 months
-Here it is. Now what?
Great, but we meant 12 months from next week, not 12 months as any reasonable loan company defines time.
-Let me reach through the phone and strangle your stupid ass
Morons should not be allowed to handle money outside of a McDonald’s.
As the kids say today, “Woot!”
We are going to have a house of our very own in a mere six weeks. woohoo!
I think we’ll be playing bocce ball in that enormous backyard or something. 🙂
So, although I make plenty of money and can afford the usurious rent payments here, I have been denied for a mortgage that would leave my payments at least 50 dollars per month lower? Figure that logic out. Fuck me in the goat ass.
current_mood: pissed off