It is driving me up the wall that the appraiser hasn't called yet. I have been stressing out over this since the bank called a few days ago. Good grief get on with it all ready. We've been working our butts off on the "new" house to get it cleaned up. I am still skipping lunch at work so I can leave an hour early. Usually I'm absolutely starving by the time I leave work.
I turned the heat on at the ghetto house when I got home today, but now at twenty to one am, I've already turned the air back on. Yes, I called it the ghetto house. Why? Simple, because it's in the dang ghetto! The house is actually the mother in law's house. She moved out when husband was just starting his senior year. (We didn't know each other then.) Anyhow, she had told him that if he kept up the house, etc. he could live here until he got his own place. The house was new when they bought it. And it used to be a nice neighborhood, but then the remaining houses in the neighborhood got sold to FHA. Let's just say when you hear shots going off it's not because someone is shooting a deer. Which is the only kind of shots you'd hear where I am from.
But alas, it's almost one am and I'm still awake. It seems wide awake, but I'm sure given a few minutes of laying down I'll fall asleep. That is if the husband will quit snoring.
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