MAN, this loan stuff is silly. We put an actual offer on the house today. It’s a short sale – which is a really contradictory term because it actually takes a really long time to get a response, because we’re waiting for acceptance/rejection from the seller’s bank… short sales are generally pre-forclosures. Sooo, this short sale could take about a thousand years, and I’ll probably be grey-haired and perhaps also dead before this all goes through. We could wait a few months, just to wind up with a rejection. Such is life. We’ll call it a learning experience. And I’ll be on edge for a long time. Just so you know — so you’ve received fair warning that this is going to become bitch blog ’09.
It was another stellar day at work – actually, it really was pretty good, except for a few dingbats. I love when people agree to certain things, sign a contract proving their agreement to said things, and then pretend they don’t remember signing the contract at all. Because they don’t want to pay what they owe. They make up random numbers, claim they should get to pay hundreds less than they’re supposed to, and they look at me like they expect me to participate in their little bargain game, like I’m some crazy bartering gypsy woman who will suddenly be like, “okay, sure, I’ll knock off two hundred dollars, but you have to also give me a new kerchief and a goat.”
So, this weather can suck it, speaking of me being crabby and wanting to PUNCH THE RAINDROPS AND THE CLOUDS IN THEIR COLD, GREY FACES. Chris and I are seeing the Cubs game one week from today, and it looks like I’ll be seeing it from a cold, damp, freezing seat. But it IS at Wrigley Field. Which means I’ll be warm with… something. Joy? Hopefully. Anger? Maybe. Come on, Cubs. Don’t do me like you do. Win something for me next week.
I love the Cubs.
I can’t wait.
Chris and I are celebrating our birthdays soon — I’m the 27th and he’s May 5th which, by the way, means that he can’t celebrate his birthday at Mexican restaurants even though Mexican is his favorite food, because he HATES Mariachi bands, and there are ALWAYS Mariachi bands and crazies out on Cinco de Mayo — and we’re heading off to a B&B near Long Grove, IL and spending the next day sleeping in and wandering around the town. Long Grove is great — an awesome little getaway; shops everywhere, great little restaurants.
My mother-in-law and stepfather-in-law take numerous “30 hour vacations” throughout the year, and they make little scrapbooks from each. Chris and I are trying to do that more often. So, Long Grove it is, for now. The requirements are that they can’t be more than 5-1/2 or 6 hours from here, and they have to require only a one-night stay. If you have ideas, I’m totally open to them…
And I have nothing else to say, so I should just stop typing.
Before I stop making sense.
Unless I’ve already stopped.
In which case,… Just ignore me.
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Bloomington has a B&B…hint hint.