As I have chronicled in this blog post, we have now been waiting three months on our short-sale house. THREE freaking months. And you know what, I've been patient. Really patient. But now, giant-ass corporate bank from hell, I have run out of patience.
I just want to be able to walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night without breaking my femur by tripping over a suitcase, landing face first into a laundry basket that tips me over and pummels me into 12 boxes of stuff that won't fit anywhere else.
Sorry for the whining. I know I don't really have it bad at all. I am just really ready to move into our house, have a little more space to spread out, and start on the 222 remaining projects.
Please, Giant Corporate Bank, smile upon us and let us have our house now. You don't really need it anymore, anyways.