You know who else the housing crash is hurting? Me.
Damned bubble. I dunno why we're even bothering to look. Nobody in their right mind is going to approve us for a mortgage with everybody cracking down on people with sucky credit and no downpayment.
I should just be grateful we sold the house in Lancaster. I should be grateful that we sold it for a ridiculously low price that did not even begin to cover our down-payment or the money we put into the new furnace, new roof, new refrigerator and all the work we did. If we hadn't sold it, at pennies-a-capful the way we did, we'd really be sunk right now.
So why do I STILL feel sunk. I complain too much. Sorry 'bout that.
My left ear is completely stopped up. I am still coughing up a lung every five or six minutes and Matthew probably has Fifth's Disease now. Otherwise, all is well.
My car has not caught on fire. So in that respect at least, I am in better shape than Kymmers. She has a house, so in that respect she's better off than me. But I really like my job and I don't think she likes hers much.
I will stop complaining for this round anyway. Here's wishing you wellness, unstopped-up ears and no flaming vehicles of any kind. Sigh.
This is our latest endeavor. And we all have the same runny nose, coughing thing. It is not the flu, so don't be smug. If you wanted my email address, check your own email to see if I have sent you something recently.
In other news, Happy Birthday Deb!
I am not ready for school tomorrow. I think this is the first Sunday that I have actively wanted to stay home the next day. Sigh.
Hope you are all well (and nit free)!