Ah, Seattle. Beautiful city, amazing weather. Great day for an outdoor wedding. We drove out to little Enumclaw yesterday from the big, scary city and were amazed at the scenery. Well, E and I were. The groom, who was driving us around, grew up in this town and didn't understand why E broke her camera out to shoot about 3 dozen pics of towering Mt. Rainier. Seriously, it looks like a freaking Bob Ross painting.
The bummer was, we got an email from the previously blogged about mortgage broker. Yep, our mortgage fell through. Did we get rejected for not making enough? Nope. Bad credit? Nah. Bank going under? No again.
No, we get the weakest excuse in the history of time. The Condo Association doesn't have good enough "master insurance" coverage. So even though we purchased insurance to cover the difference (already paid for, of course) Chase bank decided that wasn't acceptable. So, no loan. Buh-bye.
Allow me to rant for a few seconds. There will be swearing and vulgarity, so don't read the next paragraph if you have sensitivities.
Hey, Chase? Yeah, screw you. I hope you go under and the feds end all bailout programs just for you. May Obama never give you another cent, you assbags. May economic vultures rip every cent from your rotting carcass. Burn in flames and die. (This has been edited upon request. I was much more...colorful.)
I feel better now. Ready for a beautiful wedding!
UPDATE: Our mortgage broker thinks he's found another good loan for us that will be ready by the time we get back. So hopefully we won't be homeless. Yeah
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