You can't spell "mortgage" without "OMG"
So this one time? My dad gave me a down payment for a house.
Yeah. I KNOW. THAT'S WHAT I SAID, TOO.
After my dad told me what he was planning on doing (and I don't just mean, he said he's thinking about it, I mean, the check will be here at the end of the week), I called The Boyfriend and we spent half an hour just going, "Wow. Wow. That's... I just... WOW." to each other. I actually made sure he was sitting down before I told him the good news.
Dad: So now what's your plan?
Missy: *still in shock* Uh... you mean, after we buy a house with this money?
Dad: Yeah, when are you having kids?
Missy: Well, I dunno, I'm not getting pregnant next year or anything!
Dad: Oh... aw. Really? It would really help me out if you did.
Missy: I... are you serious??
I understand what he's doing. (And yes, he was joking. Mostly.) He's worried that he doesn't have much time left, and he wants to see all the milestones in my life. However, I'm refusing to budge on my timeline for things. The Boyfriend and I were always going to move in together in the spring. The only difference is that now, we'll be moving into a house rather than an apartment or a rental. But no way am I having a kid prior to getting tenure. No way am I trying to organize a wedding for this summer.
Hell, I can't even get the mound of laundry that accumulated over Christmas break done.
Anyway, uh... yeah. That happened. And stuff. I am both ecstatic and terrified. I nearly threw up tonight while randomly making my bed.
But maybe that's just the antibiotic. Hm? What's that? What am I taking the antibiotic for? Oh, you'll find out.
Yeah. I KNOW. THAT'S WHAT I SAID, TOO.
After my dad told me what he was planning on doing (and I don't just mean, he said he's thinking about it, I mean, the check will be here at the end of the week), I called The Boyfriend and we spent half an hour just going, "Wow. Wow. That's... I just... WOW." to each other. I actually made sure he was sitting down before I told him the good news.
Dad: So now what's your plan?
Missy: *still in shock* Uh... you mean, after we buy a house with this money?
Dad: Yeah, when are you having kids?
Missy: Well, I dunno, I'm not getting pregnant next year or anything!
Dad: Oh... aw. Really? It would really help me out if you did.
Missy: I... are you serious??
I understand what he's doing. (And yes, he was joking. Mostly.) He's worried that he doesn't have much time left, and he wants to see all the milestones in my life. However, I'm refusing to budge on my timeline for things. The Boyfriend and I were always going to move in together in the spring. The only difference is that now, we'll be moving into a house rather than an apartment or a rental. But no way am I having a kid prior to getting tenure. No way am I trying to organize a wedding for this summer.
Hell, I can't even get the mound of laundry that accumulated over Christmas break done.
Anyway, uh... yeah. That happened. And stuff. I am both ecstatic and terrified. I nearly threw up tonight while randomly making my bed.
But maybe that's just the antibiotic. Hm? What's that? What am I taking the antibiotic for? Oh, you'll find out.