Ok, we'll go with good. Today we picked up and brought home the last tub needed for the house. I got a great deal on a 1918 claw foot complete with hardware, tub surround; the whole she-bang. This feat would not have been possible without Jer and his friend Joe who will be rewarded with feta cheese. That I made in my cheese class. Did I mention my cheese class?
In fact, things were really looking up with the house about a week ago - SO "up" that we finally had the builder come out and stake out the footprint of the house; something we put off until we felt positive things were moving forward.
Of course this clearly caused us to jinx the entire situation, as such things tend to do (remember when I mentioned the lovely weather and then a blizzard struck Texas two days later?).
Which leads to the bad news. Still interested?
On Friday we were forced to have "words" with the lender and tomorrow we find out if this means we have to start from scratch - again - with a new broker or bank, new appraisal. Everything. As much as I would like to indulge my catty side by naming names and giving gory details - I shall refrain to demonstrate the depth of my maturity. And also because Jer won't let me.
So there it is, if you were wondering. The party continues.
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