House. Check.

I did it. I bought a house. Well technically I am not buying it until next Tuesday. It's the most perfect Brooke house. A huge kitchen, a nice size yard for the Coopster, it's a ranch which I prefer, it's all new inside and it's in Brook Park which is close to work, close to my parents and my brother and has very low taxes. It's also the city I grew up in.
I was supposed to close on the house yesterday but some idiot underwriter had a box to check that said "pay stubs" and couldn't get around the fact that I don't get a pay stub. Anyway I provided proof that I get paid and all of that and everything was approved and then my file gets pulled by the lender for a "quality assurance" review! Are you kidding me? But what can I do other than throw a temper tantrum. On a good note - moving this weekend would have been a b*tch since we are to have a foot of snow by morning. It's going to be nicer mid-next week. My boyfriend has volunteered to move most of the big stuff on Wednesday so I should be all in by next weekend. YAY!