Before I go and get all grouchy, let me amuse you with cuteness:
Well, we were all gung-ho for a house the last time I posted. Here’s what’s happened since then:
- Down payment program for teachers said yes to helping us.
- We had an offer in on a house.
- Same program said no to us because we now make too much money (somehow they couldn’t figure that out the first time).
- Withdrew offer on house.
- Was ok with the offer withdrawal because I figured it just wasn’t meant to be/wasn’t the right time.
- Had conversations with the husband (who admittedly pissed me off a bit).
- Found out that he doesn’t really want to buy after all, because he doesn’t want to be tied down to this town. He wants to get out of OK. I do too, but I didn’t think that was going to happen in the next 2 or 3 years.
This all left me with this:
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this before we spent hours and hours at the bank and with a realtor. I could have used that time to get a pedicure/take a nap/clean house/figure out the meaning of life/eat cake/insert other fun pastime here!!!!!!”
Vent over.
*Disclaimer: I love my husband more than you know and I generally gush on here about him, but sometimes he has to go and act like a dumb boy and rants like this are warranted. Please don’t think I’m against my husband, but he is still a boy.

















