jaeleslie

This evening, indeed for the entire next month, we will be celebrating the end of our mortgage payments. We got to the end of the little book of payment slips, and rather surprisingly there are no more. Mr S had to run around yesterday jumping through the various hoops the bank had set up for final payment.

The first celebration we thought of was to go to the Thai restaurant, but then we have a friend coming over maybe to watch our favorite teevee show so maybe we will just order out, but that is something we do anyway so it is not much of a celebration. That will give you a clue as to how it is we have paid off our house, though. In further celebration we plan to pay off our credit card.

We thought about having a Paid Off Our House Party, but it seems maybe a little too much like boasting. This is the midwest, where talking about one's income and expenses is almost as bad if not worse than talking about your sex life. (What sex life?) er anyway so now the house is paid for and the bank owns no part of it. I have never before lived in a house that was paid for, although I have driven mostly cars that were paid for, which by that time are usually terrible beaters.

Those spammers with the mortgage and refinancing offers can just leave me alone now.