All righty then.

I hope the *sellers* die a slow and excruitiating painful death, immediately after the fix what needs to be repaired and sign all the closing documents. In addition, it is my sincere desire to see those giving you grief at the mortgage company meet the very same fate.

I am now in awe of what is euphemistically referred to as "railing rhetoric."

Bless you.

I'm so sorry. I had no idea things were going that badly. *sigh* Is there anyone I can slap for you?

OMG, thanks to all those subprime mortgage idiots, I can't afford a house. I live in stupid silicon valley, where people have more house than brains. And then they want everyone to bail them out, just like the people with the 10 million dollar houses and no fire insurance, while those of us who are responsible and know how much house we can afford foot the bill for their recklessness and disregard for the rest of the universe.

Oh CTG, I'm so sorry. I'm still thinking so many happy thoughts for you.

Silvermine, if you can stand the commute, you can go east like I did.

Well, that sucks. I volunteer to hold down whoever you need slapped. Be a pleasure...

What a load of crap. I'm so sorry. And it's why I won't move again unless I win the lottery. I don't want to deal with the mortgage lenders again.

Good Lord, Girl - you and I need to meet for drinks when we get our collective fiascos finished. Eh? FIrst three rounds are on me...