Today Benedict Ambrose went online and made a lump-sum overpayment on our mortgage. He waited until I was in the room so I could feel the buzz. I suspect the endorphins caused by overpaying the mortgage will increase as the interest projections decrease, and I will be as high as a kite the day we make our last payment. I hope there’s a lot of B.A.’s homemade elder flower champagne around when that happens. I won’t need it, but we can serve it at our party.
Would it be in poor taste to have a mortgage freedom party?
Increasingly young people have been asking me for marriage advice lately, and I keep mentioning being financially prepared for ILLNESS and DEATH. I’m not sure that’s what the young people expect or want to hear.