t minus… who the hell even knows.
regularly, the wife im's me with some new fresh hell that cokes attached to the home buying process.
the mortgage broker is wound up all kinds of tight.
too tight for her taste. and we're both tightly wound.
but it's like the death of a thousand cuts except they remove information from the flesh of our paperwork and them come back with questions.
apparently because my evil ant overlords have changed payroll companies two or three times, he cannot divine that I have held down this job since 2002.
umm your husband has been part of evil ant publishing since 2009.
between the understanding gap and the tense, it isn't what a bastard could call fun.
don't get me wrong.
the ends totally justify the means, it's just short term annoying.
…end rant here…
—the bastard
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