The next time I need to fill out that much paperwork, I'm having a stamp of my signature made. And the ink will be made from the blood of innocents and raspberries. That way if I want to back out, I can lick off the signature, feel evil and have a hearty breakfast all at the same time.

Anyway the house is ours. Now the fun stuff starts. Like moving, painting, and wondering where the hell my underwear got packed away.