And now, our dramatic conclusion...
Step 40: Realize that it is YOU that is holding up the title company from being able to record the deed since you never submitted your receipt from the HOA package you bought back in February.
(if that last sentence makes no sense to you, don't worry, it doesnt' make any sense to me, either. I don't know what an HOA package is but I do know I followed the steps online to purchase one and it cost me $204.)
Step 41: After scouring your email for three hours (during an exceptionally long nap, thankfully), give up and contact the title company, ready to admit defeat. Rejoice when they accept the initial email as proof of payment.
And finally...
Step 42: Accept a call from your realtor saying the deed has been recorded and she is standing on your NEW FRONT PORCH with the keys to your NEW HOME!!!!!!!
Do a happy dance, kiss your baby, kiss your husband, call your parents, and PICK UP THE DAMN KEYS!
HOORAY!
PS - And not a moment too soon, either. In "I-can't-make-this-sh*t-up" news, our delinquent, marijuana smoking neighbors just purchased a DRUM SET. If those losers decide to start banging on it during naptime, I'm going to go over there and snap their drumsticks. (I told Brian this and he promptly buried his face in his hands). Don't mess with naptime!
Step 40: Realize that it is YOU that is holding up the title company from being able to record the deed since you never submitted your receipt from the HOA package you bought back in February.
(if that last sentence makes no sense to you, don't worry, it doesnt' make any sense to me, either. I don't know what an HOA package is but I do know I followed the steps online to purchase one and it cost me $204.)
Step 41: After scouring your email for three hours (during an exceptionally long nap, thankfully), give up and contact the title company, ready to admit defeat. Rejoice when they accept the initial email as proof of payment.
And finally...
Step 42: Accept a call from your realtor saying the deed has been recorded and she is standing on your NEW FRONT PORCH with the keys to your NEW HOME!!!!!!!
Do a happy dance, kiss your baby, kiss your husband, call your parents, and PICK UP THE DAMN KEYS!
HOORAY!
PS - And not a moment too soon, either. In "I-can't-make-this-sh*t-up" news, our delinquent, marijuana smoking neighbors just purchased a DRUM SET. If those losers decide to start banging on it during naptime, I'm going to go over there and snap their drumsticks. (I told Brian this and he promptly buried his face in his hands). Don't mess with naptime!
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