I vote UFO.
Sad about Katy Perry and Russell Brand.
Grace is currently on her last pair of shoes because she keeps stepping in dog poo even though I am certain I have cleaned the yard. In the past 2 days, she and Noah have befouled at least 4 pairs of shoes.
I have to decide what to do about therapy myself -- I don't have a next appointment scheduled. I like going, because I like her, but I don't feel like I'm doing any
work.
So, eh.
My sleep psychologist is stalking me. I wish she could see my complete lack of connection with her, but if she could (or cared), maybe she wouldn't suck so hard that I'd be running away from her so cravenly.
I love this NPR list of people who comment on year-end lists. I'm trying to avoid year end lists, and I've still hit up on about one of each so far this past week.
Okay, going home now. Jeez.
He said something that pissed me off, and then I just couldn't get past it. I still think he's a good therapist, and he helped me a lot this past year, but just not right for me, especially not for what I'm trying to work on right now.
I could get into specifics, but...eh.
You know, I really thought that once escrow on the house closed, the screw ups with the bank and the escrow officer and the real estate agent would stop, but NSM.
The escrow officer I was assigned was supposed to send me the final papers and a sizable refund check via Fedex overnight delivery on Thursday, but when I emailed her about an hour ago asking what had happened since I didn't get them, she still had the papers and the check in her office. I know this, because she is now sending a messenger to my office with them, which means I can't leave until he gets here.
Also, my insurance company decided to keep charging me renter's insurance, even though I have had 5 million conversations with them about the fact that I was buying a house.
If it's any comfort, Perkins, my experience with house buying and refinancing is that this kind of shit always goes wrong. I don't know why.
I could get into specifics, but...eh.
Fair enough. I hope you find someone better soon!
Have I mentioned that they filed the title deed with me listed as Real Name, an unmarried man?
Have I mentioned that they filed the title deed with me listed as Real Name, an unmarried man?
::cackles::
For several years I had a longass rant in a file on my computer, titled Never Buy a House. Home-buying is the proof that Murphy Was Right.