They gave me *conditional approval*.
To give this context, I should have one of the worst credit scores in creation. I mean, in the last year, I've been rebuilding it into a pretty, pretty thing, and my new job gave an interesting raise, but I was expecting an outright denial. But no. 12,000 at 5.4, fifteen percent down. Yeah. So I called today, pretty sure this is some kind of clerical error, but no. They confirmed and expressed joy that I chose them to take money from.
Yeaaah. Shoe. Waiting for the shoe. Or three.
Child's utterly healthy and still throwing up after various, random meals. It's not the lactose, or at least, not just, so visit to doctor on Friday, probably chased with a gastro person. I'd be more tense, but his last two visits with the doctor, he was *fine* otherwise--normal weight gain, normal growth, etc. So basically, I have a child mysteriously sick at random intervals. He takes it well. I suppose the GameCube is consolation, except he hates missing school. Child is Very Odd sometimes.
Anyway, ordered a DVR upgrade, so I can start recording from the satellite, with a lot less hassle than expected, and this makes me nervous. I don't like too many things going right. Delivered and installed on Friday. That's just unreal.
Also, parallactic has the coolest idea ever - B/J Noir. The guilty edition. It's so pretty and angsty. I think it's almost our duty as QaF fans to like, convince her to write it. Read the comments between josselin and parallactic too. Muchly interesting food for thought.
See? *Good* things happening. It scares me.
And I've *got* to stop biting my nails.