So, Fannie Mae says that we can get a new lender, but then we absolutely have to close on July 23rd. Ain't happenin'. Our mold inspection results don't even come in until the 24th and we already know it has mold, just a question of what kind and how much. Or, they suggest, Fannie Mae can finance us, do 100% and wave a bunch of fees and stuff.

I find myself less than enticed by that prospect.

Everyone - save our lender - would like to see the sale happen, of course. We'd still like to buy it, but we're not going to be pressured into a quick sale or get a lender that's going to rape us dry.

/>I guess that means we take our own sweet time finding a lender who won't bend us over the barrel at the first opportunity. We go to Pennsic and I try to drink away the rage. I really wish I was legal to fight at this moment, because I could really use the stress relief of going to war and channeling all my teeth-gritting rage into a big stick.

Wow. How Freudian.

If we take too long, Fannie Mae will put the house back on the market and I guess we can re-bid if so motivated. At a lower price than we initially offered, of course.

At any rate - my apartment is totally tossed, I still have to get the sheet walls done and get the poles for them. I need to make sure all my pants have threads clipped, draw strings in, and I have to find a place for price tags. It's like a Louisiana summer outside, I can barely tolerate my apartment even with all the window units struggling along and the ceiling fans in danger of taking off. Maybe I'll just sleep and hope the Dream King gives me pretty colors and interesting visuals.