Okay… so we’re not home owners…yet.
But The Bank said we were responsible human beings capable of owning property, and they gave us A Big Number with which to shop.
Our loan officer, officially known as a HMC for you people on the up and up, reminds me of my Aunt Jo, and though I’ve only had one phone conversation with her, our realtor reminds me of Jo too. I can’t think of many people I trust more than Jo, especially with money. Plus she’s fun and let’s face it, the epitome of fuckawesome.
I can buy a house with Jo 1 and Jo 2.
So… uhm… LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!