Can't talk, devoting psychic powers to getting mortgage broker to call.

EEEEEE I'm so excited. We might go househunting THIS WEEKEND. I'm so retardedly chuffed about this.

I left choir early last night when it became evident I was too zombied to tell whether I was holding the page right-side up or not, let alone "is this the right piece? actually, are we looking at a piece at all? uhhhh." I better get all sleeped up by the conce--

AHA! email from mortgage broker! scuse me.

Approved. Sweet. Bye, going to play paperwork.