a flat tire! are you kidding me?!?!?! pissed, but not deterred, i figured i’d top off the air and go get new tires, so i go to the shell station in the same plaza and sure enough the air pump is busted. so i drive to the next gas station and i find this…

seriously? are you fucking kidding me!?!?

so i spend the day calling Wells Fargo only to find out my loan was in underwriting limbo and the agent i had been dealing with was off on mondays. great. really great.

finally we go into the branch and talk to a banker who then figures out why we are in underwriting limbo. it turns out they want -more- shit faxed that nobody on the phone could be bother to tell me. we get all of it except W2′s from the last two years. i was able to get my friend Sean to log into my paycheck app at work and send us copies of the last checks i got in 07 and 06, but apparently that’s not as good as a w2 – even though it shows the income from the year. so with that we we’re SOL for the day. i called the seller and apologized profusely but he seemed mostly okay about it. mildly annoyed, but i can understand.

to add to all this, i actually have the keys of the RV in my possession. i took them by accident on sunday after our test drive. i called him that night and told him and he was fine with it. today after we were not making progress with the bank i told him if we didn’t have any luck by noon tomorrow then i would head out and return his keys and give up for the time being. i’m sure that’s bothering him, but it’s a good two hour round trip to his desert compound house and i really don’t want to drive there.

so tomorrow looks promising. my friend Sean lives by me so i begged him to go to our house to find our taxes and W2′s and he’s going to send them to the bank in the morning. I will owe him some poker buy ins for the trouble. without those faxes we would be screwed.

so wish us luck. it’s tomorrow or bust.