Yardwork, Closing

Yesterday, I mowed my yard. *My* yard. I have a yard now. It's the first yard I've mowed in over a decade.

My parents will be impressed to know that I started up the machine and pushed it around and didn't even cuss or whine. Not even a little! At least, for the first few minutes. I'm only human.

Closing on the house was a breeze. The previous owners had already closed out their part, and they couldn't be there. Their Real Estate Agent couldn't be there either, so he sent a stand-in. Our agent was there, and the closing lady. The three of them traded stories about their grandkids while pushing papers over for us to sign. We were in and out in less than an hour.

That was not a typo. Less than an hour. To close on a house. Boo-Yeah!

Just before closing we went to the bank to take out the largest chashier's check of my life. A cashier's check isn't hard to get, but it does take a few minutes. Halfway through the process, I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, "I'd like that in small bills, please."

And that's how I avoided going to jail on closing day. Yay me!