Oh my loans

After a lot of calculator-ing and a lot of paperwork and a couple months of financial rigamarole, the possibility begins to loom that my loan might not be approved this year.

The clouds are only grey in the distance, so hopefully that storm passes safely.

My poor dad looks like a car-accident victim with his arm cast. He's got stitches in his palm after "successfully" cutting Graham's hair. I left a note for him this morning and called him Edward Scissorhands. Too soon? You know, his middle name's Edward. It just works too well.

He's being a good sport, not crying over spilled milk (or... well, blood), and is still working one handed. The rains'll let up in a couple weeks on that life-hiccup.