Ooh, here's an idea: when you do finally get pictures taken on your wedding day, don't get photographed on a carpet that's even tackier than your wedding dress! Juat a thought here at work...
So closing may be early Septemeber it seems. Follow this bullshit: it was getting pushed anyway cause the lender was dragging her ass. Then the lender found out about the foundation problem (ahem, it wasn't ME...ok, it was, but how the hell was I supposed to know?), and that means the appraiser has to go back afterwards as well, to make sure it's taken care of. Now this is kinda silly, because if the appaiser had reached the same conclusion anyway (i.e. that the foundation needed work), he'd STILL have to go out again. It's kinda goofy, Sam feels bad and has offered to pay the extra fee for the appraiser having to go out twice. Not sure how I feel about that, but hopefully if we just take Sam to dinner that'll even things out.
So closing was going to be just after D got back from Wyoming (he's going next weekend for his grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary). I said you know, let's just do this Sept 6th as long as we're pushing it back. The trick here is that when you close after the 5th, you don't have to pay for that month. It could be a load of bullshit and/or too good to be true, so we'll see.
But I called the goddamn utilities and movers one last time to reschedule. JFC.
And Mouche has a heart murmur! It's not a big deal, the vet said on a scale of 1 to 6 (six! That's it! The perfect scale!), it's about a two and she was not concerned. But his ringworm never really went away for good so they're giving us a different treatment. And of course it's right around his eye so I have to NOT get it in his eye. He's usually very good about it. So I'm picking him up after work and heading home.
Too bad I packed all the goddamn DVDs already...
Though we do have the final two episodes of Firefly, and then Serenity should come in the mail tomorrow.
It's just too fucking hot to do much of anything. I'm in the lab doing jack shit and I'm sweating. AC on fullblast, it doesn't matter. The apartment is the same. From about 3-6 it's almost impossible to do anything without leaving a trail of ooze.
The dumbshit 5-year-old who works here just popped into the back to ask, "Hey, does 'enlargement' have an 'e' after the 'g'?" Don't get me wrong, we all have days when spelling is just too much to ask, but in this case, well, no. He really is that dumb. This bastard cannot go off to "college" (Stephen F Austin, read: party school) soon enough.
This weather is So. Fucking. Gross. Yes, it IS going to be a cold honeymoon (uh, weather-wise...that sounded kinda bad for a second). I am going to buy some New York tickets and railpasses to Canada any second now. And because timing is a motherfucker, Julianne Moore is opening on Broadway November 30, a full month after the honeymoon. Bitch.