No, You Grab Your Ankles

Sorry, the laptop's battery is dying and I have more to do before I sleep, so this wil be short.

Just spent all my "free time" drafting a Contract for Deed for Mr. Blue, our rent house, (actually liberally copying one that went to court and won) because the escrow company want us to do a series of assinine things which amounted to us grabbing our ankles and paying someone rape our asshole. For instance, we wanted a Hold Harmless Clause to cover our ass and they act like they have no idea what we're talking about. However, if you read their generic escrow agreement et cetera they have TWO protecting themselves. Nice, nervous my dears?

Times like these make me wish I'd gone to law school. If I keep having to do shit like this, I may yet do it.

Maybe I'm just getting older and more mature, but, at this point, if there is going to be any fiscal ass-rape happening, I want to do the dicking.

Believe me, once all this shit is settled, there may be a few more posts on the topic. You know, something like a non-lawyers guide to owner financing.

Bloody hell.