I am going to go to jail for murder when my husband gets home.
he has me running all over hell’s halfacre trying to buy a house WITHOUT A POWER OF ATTORNEY.
“honey, im going to need a power of attorney if this is going to work”- i say 2 months ago…
“why would you need a power of attorney”- he asks accusingly… as if i am going to go buy freaking disney world or something….
“nevermind.”- i drop it. like a good little wife.
fucking christ my poor realtor is up at MIDNIGHT. on a SATURDAY.
AND NOWWWW we may not even get the house because he “might not like the closing date”
murder i say. if he survives afghanistan, he might not survive home buying with me.