sugarcrook

Met with the State Farm claims representative regarding the damage on my house. If I’m extremely lucky, I might get enough money to cover a bucket of chicken and a cheap bottle of wine. Looks like I’m paying for this myself.

Assuming you have a house, that is.

Last weekend was spent in Michigan, being slave labor for an impending estate sale. Usually when I’m conned into this stuff there’s a promise of golf, great amounts of booze, gambling or firearms. Sometimes a combination. This time it was all work and no play.

To add to the misery, I get a call from my real estate agent informing me that somebody saw fit to steal a car, smash into three cars on my street, ending up planted in my porch. It’s not like the house wasn’t there when he started the rampage. I’m blaming it on GTA because it’s convenient, but now I have to get my house fixed before it goes back on the market.