SO, I made the offer on the house. Yesterday, they accepted. My mortgage guy was nowhere to be seen. Totally MIA. I got pissed off and went to a different agency. They quoted me a lower interest rate and a payment the was way higher. WAY higher. I pondered it and pondered it and slept on it. And decided that I just couldn't do it. I would have been house poor for the forseeable future. With a balloon payment to follow 10 years down the line. I don't want to live like that. Almost half of my take-home pay would have gone to mortgage. I don't want that type of lifestyle. So I called and unoffered. Kind of a bummer but I am really ok with it.
In other news, I got a spider bite on my foot and the whole thing itches and is really swelled up. Hope I don't die. That would suck.
In still other news, RIP Pluto. You are a planet no more. I don't know why I care about that so much. Maybe because my very educated mother can no longer just make nine pizza pies. Who knows?
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