The Federal Housing Administration sucks.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH...

This is the most ridiculous crap ever. So apparently we have been waiting almost an extra week to get our home loan documents. I finally got an e-mail today saying that they need one form filled out by Laura and sent back. The thing is, though, that the form is a request form for SOMETHING THEY ALREADY HAVE!!!!! Nevertheless, they need it anyway. Seriously? I HATE the FHA. "Sure, we'll insure your loan, but you have to fill out mounds of useless paperwork for NO reason!" I'm surprised I didn't have to go to the doctor and get a verification of breathing. "Well, we can't take your word that you are alive and you breathe; maybe you're a vampire! We need a verification." This is ridiculous. Whatever.

On the plus side, Sammie (that's the new dog's name) is fitting in pretty well. The cats aren't fans of him, but they'll adjust; he doesn't attack them like as my parents' dog Kita used to. Scout is adjusting; we're still trying to make sure he gets loved on first, and Sammie second, but Sammie isn't trained yet and doesn't quite understand that he's second. He's a goofball; he likes to climb on the back of the couch. He can jump onto our bed, which means we're not going to be able to have him sleep in our room unless we want dog-in-the-face. Anyway, he's doing well.

All-in-all, it's been an interesting week. Saturday evening is Derek's bachelor party at the A's game, which should be awesome. The weekend always seems so far away on Wednesday.

I leave you with this...who is cuter? You decide.



Brad