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Last night Brent and I stayed up way too late, signing millions of papers from our mortgage broker. Niether of us were happy, we were both tired and had no desire to read what we already knew, we are legally required to pay our mortgage. But the mood greately improved once we got to my husband's race. It was a two part question for us both of us. Question One, Hispanic/Latino Orgin? The banker marked a negative for me. But not my dear German desented husband. According to her he is Latino. It made me so happy, I'm laughing as I type this. Question two, Race, we were both marked as white.