Our appraisal came back at 60 grand less than needed. Our loan officer just called us and said they can't approve the loan, because there's not enough wiggle room. My mom closes on her new house in two weeks and we're supposed to go sign the contract with our remodeler on Friday. I think I'm going to be physically sick.
Oh, and to top it off? I have to tell this to Noodle this afternoon. Where is he now? At the funeral of a longtime (like, 10+ years) and close coworker who unexpectedly died. Two days before Christmas. F*ck my life.
If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, I'd put shoes on the cat.