Nora, I've had 6 closings to date and every single time when it was a couple days before it seemed impossible that it was going to happen because of various hold ups. Total stress, sure it was falling apart. Then every single time we have managed to close on the scheduled date. This last time I was relaxed enough to convince myself we would close on time despite DH asking me every couple hours if it would happen. And it did.

I'm very much looking forward to tossing virtual confetti when you report that your closing is a done deal. Massive amounts of closing~ma to you.

I've bought three houses and sold two. In every case there were times when I would have cheerfully beaten the sellers/buyers and both real estate agents into a sticky paste. It's just a process that's full of emotion, Nora. If the improvements were part of the contract, they have prove they did them before you close. Just sic your attorney on their attorney.

Ooh, Nora, that sounds v. annoying. Good luck.

I meant to go to the usual Sunday night dinner with friends, and then go home. But I wanted to see their new apartment, so stopped by. And then suddenly we were watching "Dancing with the Stars!" and "30 Days" (which irked me because although it was interesting and informative, it also was misleading, annoying, and SUPER condescending, both to the audience and to the people it was supposedly "about")

Isn't my neicelet just the best thing ever? She's pre-Bitch (too young, at 15, for the porn still) if I ever met one.

Awkward Turtle...

I love her.

Happy B-Day Plei and beathen.

Much sympathy to Nora - handling so much stuff is just brain-numbing after a while. Hope you get the assistance you need from the doc...

I (heart) awkward turtle.

Oh dear dawg, American Dad did MPREG tonight.

It was zoo day. today we fed hippos by throwing apples and cabbages into thier mouths. hippos have really big mouths. even the baby ( not quite a toddler yet) was really impressed when the hippo opened her mouth.

Oh dear dawg, American Dad did MPREG tonight.

...and "Kissing gets you pregnant." A trope and a myth in one.

OK, in complete panic mode here.

The county sent me this form several weeks ago, something about personal property assessment for small businesses. I skimmed it, thought "this looks pretty simple," and stuck it in the bill drawer to deal with later.

I pulled it out tonight. It's due tomorrow. It's not simple at all. I don't know what the fuck they're talking about, nor how to list all the info they want on the personal property I use in my business, given that practically all of it is stuff I've owned for years, didn't originally intend to use in a business, and therefore didn't save any paperwork showing what it originally cost.

This means I'm fucked, doesn't it? And I totally deserve it because I should've paid more attention and handled this before I went to Alabama. They're going to assess some penalty for missing the deadline that I can't afford, because I'm completely fucking broke, or they're going to audit me and it's going to cause some kind of disaster and bankruptcy and I'll never be ahead financially ever again all because I'm too much of an airhead to read a fucking form properly and realize there's more to it than "check here, sign here, mail in."