My mood simply is not improving. Of course, I may have an answer - just happened to look at my pills, and oh look - yes, I think this is what they call PMS. Now, I hate falling into that “Oh, woe is me, I’ve got PMS” crap, but it would explain my rather nasty mood despite the gorgeous weather.
And of course, I’m getting paranoid about the refi. They have all but two pieces of paper, and they’ll have those next week. And they’ve even just marked them as trailing and the big list already has everything marked as “received”.
What if the appraisers are on crack and don’t look at the comps in the neighborhood? What if the underwriters look at the paperwork and say, “Hmmm, give a bunch of cash to a 30+ divorced chick who is probably just a midlife crisis waiting to happen… Do we really want this money going towards a motorcycle and multiple tattoos when she does have the big meltdown? I think not!“
Upside is a 4 day week ahead and a long weekend on the other side. I’m ready for it. :)
