3 weeks since start of escrow.



As tenants still occupy my future home, I have to just satisfy myself looking at digital photos- all crowded with the accumulated life of the tenants. I try to Photoshop their stuff out- but this is too much work, so combination squinting and imagination will have to do. But it's not so easy blanking out a pink Hello Kitty poster over the oven- this is not the first time that mouthless encephalitic cat has haunted me.



Everyday while preening my Netflix account- I still hunt the MLS looking for houses I could have bought. I'm ever grateful for my postage stamp. After officially drawing up the floor plans with MSWord draw tools(even C is impressed by the eighties diagram feel), I am officially upgrading my postage stamp to shoebox.



Am no longer kicking myself for almost being had by the evil she-devil morally repellent mortgage broker as the E*Trade loan appears to be going swimmingly. I have to go sign papers at the Title Company with Rapunzel- our escrow officer. Almost a $12,000 lesson- if anyone is making money off of you- they're mostly not interested in saving you money.