And balloons. And streamers. And hats. Lots of goofy, nutty, weird hats.
I found out today that the humble abode in which we reside will be paid in full in a mere 6.23 years.
The mortgage where you pay half of the payment every two weeks instead of a full payment once a month in order to pay off the loan faster? Guess what? IT REALLY DOES WORK.
Imagine my utter surprise and glee.
Actually, we thought it would pay off in fifteen years, so it's a bit late. (AHEM. Financial wizards??? Not as smart as they think they are.) We've been here since 1997, thirteen years this summer, and if the loan doesn't pay off for another six or so it will be over four years later than originally planned. I'm wondering what went wrong where.
However, I'm not wondering long enough to keep from partying. I'll expect to see you 6.23 years from today, our house, 7 p.m. You bring the lawn chairs and we'll furnish the pit and the flame to burn that mortgage sky high.
Oh, and cake. We'll have lots of cake, too.