
The guy who was supposed to have cleaned my gutters yesterday thinks he can show up tomorrow. Whether he shows up in the right place, as I have tried to tell the company about five times that I don't live in Virginia, remains to be seen.
It took two tries to renew my pay-as-you-go phone. Am now a bit paranoid that they're going to charge my card twice.
Am driving a minivan, which terrifies me and I can hardly handle, because the shop couldn't get my car to pass the road test. They swear it will be done tomorrow.
Plus the lawn company sent a bill which 1) acknowledges I paid for last month and 2) charges me for it all over again. Here's hoping I can find someone who can straighten that out tomorrow.
And y'all probably heard the scream when I found the dead mouse while shovelling out the sodden insulation. Well, the exterminator is doing his job.
There are people on my f-list who have real trauma going on instead of low-grade drama, but all the same, I'd give a lot for a couple soothing days of sweet, sweet normal. Or even efficiency. At this rate, I'm a little afraid to go to the market or register for Malice tomorrow.
*twitch*