our house
is a very very very fine house which, yesterday morning, we didn't think would ever close.
Yesterday, the escrow company called to tell me that we needed to sign more documents and the earnest money I put down could not be used because it was in my name and not my husband's. I should tell you that my husband's name is on the loan, but my name is on the title. In essence, I own the house but my husband is paying for it. Happy Mother's Day to me!
It was particularly frustrating because we had just spent the afternoon before signing 20,000 escrow documents and they could have told us THEN. But no, that would be far too easy. Someone didn't tell the other person who didn't tell us until the morning of closing when we found out that we needed to get another million-dollar cashier's check and signed documents to the escrow office by noon. NOON! I had less than two hours to get my husband to sign the papers, get *another* cashier's check and turn it into those incompetent escrow people. With my husband and I working on opposite sides of town, our real estate office being in Burien and the escrow office in Northgate, we would have had better luck getting to Hong Kong in time.
I'm trying to think of a witty name to call the escrow idiots. Es-hoes? Doesn't work. That sounds like I'm dissing some latinas. Break out the cervezas 'cause es hoes esta aqui! Note to self: must hone biting comments, need not be bilingual.
But finally it worked and it only happened because my agent worked with my broker and my broker drove from Burien to Mike's work to my work to the escrow office and all before the noon deadline.
So if you're in Seattle and need a real estate agent and a mortgage broker, I have some recommendations.
I think the person who is happiest about the house is Nathan:
I never realized he could walk that far without falling because he's always falling into stuff and no wonder, in this hovel, there is stuff everywhere. Sharp bruise-producing angles and edges. And I'm not even talking about the barbed wire we're using as baby gates.
And in our new house, Nathan laughed as walked the floor. He didn't even care that there wasn't any cat food in the hall to help tide him over as he made it from room to room!
But I'm just amazed that this has fallen into place and that for the first time, we'll have two bathrooms.
Ladies, are you with me on this?
Yesterday, the escrow company called to tell me that we needed to sign more documents and the earnest money I put down could not be used because it was in my name and not my husband's. I should tell you that my husband's name is on the loan, but my name is on the title. In essence, I own the house but my husband is paying for it. Happy Mother's Day to me!
It was particularly frustrating because we had just spent the afternoon before signing 20,000 escrow documents and they could have told us THEN. But no, that would be far too easy. Someone didn't tell the other person who didn't tell us until the morning of closing when we found out that we needed to get another million-dollar cashier's check and signed documents to the escrow office by noon. NOON! I had less than two hours to get my husband to sign the papers, get *another* cashier's check and turn it into those incompetent escrow people. With my husband and I working on opposite sides of town, our real estate office being in Burien and the escrow office in Northgate, we would have had better luck getting to Hong Kong in time.
I'm trying to think of a witty name to call the escrow idiots. Es-hoes? Doesn't work. That sounds like I'm dissing some latinas. Break out the cervezas 'cause es hoes esta aqui! Note to self: must hone biting comments, need not be bilingual.
But finally it worked and it only happened because my agent worked with my broker and my broker drove from Burien to Mike's work to my work to the escrow office and all before the noon deadline.
So if you're in Seattle and need a real estate agent and a mortgage broker, I have some recommendations.
I think the person who is happiest about the house is Nathan:
I never realized he could walk that far without falling because he's always falling into stuff and no wonder, in this hovel, there is stuff everywhere. Sharp bruise-producing angles and edges. And I'm not even talking about the barbed wire we're using as baby gates.
And in our new house, Nathan laughed as walked the floor. He didn't even care that there wasn't any cat food in the hall to help tide him over as he made it from room to room!
But I'm just amazed that this has fallen into place and that for the first time, we'll have two bathrooms.
Ladies, are you with me on this?
9 Comments:
WOOOO! congratulations!
Congratulations! I've been dreaming of two bathrooms for a few months now.
Congratulations!
congrats on the new house! you so crack me up! I look forward to reading your blog daily...not quite sure how i stumbled upon it but oh i'm glad i did!! and yes, 2 bathroom's is relatively close to heavenly!
We have a "kid" bathroom and an "Amy" bathroom. The Man is allowed to shower and do "normal" bathroom stuff in MY bathroom, but some things need to be done in the "kid" bathroom.
I had no idea I'd have this much power just having a second toilet. It's glorious.
I'll have to watch the vid later at home. Glad Nathan loves the house, though.
Welcome to the wonderful world of home ownership, where I'm sure Mike can tell you that nothing is as inexpensive as it appears to be. Congrats!!
TWO bathrooms?!?!? Lady, you are livin' large!
Big fat congrats. :)
Congratulations! I am so excited for you! I love this post too! You are so talented at making everything funny!
Nathan is so cute toddling around! What a doll!
COngratulations on your new home!!
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