I haven't decided if I'll skip out of class early to go listen to The Yarn Harlot speak on Saturday. If she were anywhere else but the Detroit Public Library, I'd likely go. I go into the city enough on work time, and have no desire to go down there for this. Maybe I'll catch her next year, or maybe I'll change my mind by morning. Who knows?
On the mortgage front, we're supposed to close on the 18th, but the bank is nickel and diming us for every last scrap of documentation we can come up with. The latest is they'd like photographs of the other homes we own including Rachel's, and two investment houses. Really? Photographs? They're making us nuts. Shouldn't our consistent tax return statements be enough for them? This bank prides itself on being one of the only banks that didn't get into financial trouble because they never made subprime mortgage loans. Now I wonder if they ever made any loans at all. We're remaining hopeful and have started the monumental task of packing. Again.
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