The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Sometimes, I swear that man is out to get me.

Today, I stand once again in limbo, concerning this house. Riddle me this batman: Why would a mortgage officer give an attorney the OK to schedule a closing appointment with a client without having secured a loan for the said client beforehand? I don't know either, but that seems to be what has happened. When I spoke with the mortgage officer this afternoon, I did mildly explain my feelings about her faux pas, but I did so without making it sound like a huge deal. I did my best just to sound merely concerned about her boo-boo. So now I have one mortgage officer jumping through hoops at the last minute, using trade jargon that I don't understand, talking very fast and appearing to be very Type A. I think I want to send that lady a freezer tub-o-margarita with a signed card saying "Chill well and serve ~ Nikki".

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