still, we can't close on this house...

...and it's getting to the point where we want to kill someone! While the walk-through inspection on the home went just fine yesterday, the paperwork for the loan has yet to be finished. You'd have thought the bank would have realized that? Nah, that would require common sense. So, we're not in yet. Setting aside this weekend to paint and clean, we're now waking up with nothing to do (which isn't so bad, really--an entirely open weekend? nice...).

Interestingly, the seller (who is turning out to be the human embodiment of Satan himself) has turned off all water and electricity, and ordered his agent (who turns out to be his sister) to begin showing the home again--and that's not legal in the state of CT. He's also been cut off by his lawyer; apparently the lawyer has become tired of his rage. I'd have to suggest, from my side of the aisle, a little counseling may be in order. If those working for you are unable to deal with you, I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're the one with the problem.

Oh yeah, and I'd really like to know what happened to that new refrigerator he put in. There was a completely different refrigerator in the kitchen yesterday. Brand new, but completely different. Weird.

Nonetheless, I'll imagine his head on the pins Wednesday and Thursday nights! HA! Stay tuned! Go Sox!