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1. Summer began last night, when hubby picked up a book he'd been reading the night before. A spider was inside.
2. Ah rain, ah, DC. I was home today, and the basement was filling with water. I mucked out the back drain and set the dehumidifier to 11. Now, the sump may be able to catch up. The culprit? Teeny tiny maple seeds, those blade-like pods that flutter so prettily in the wind. They're like glue.
3. My ex-husband - let's call him Mr. Dumbass - has been gone for over 10 years, and yet I am treated to interruption of the basement restoration by a creditor of his, who, naturally, cannot tell me the nature of their business. Guess he moved again, ahead of some unpaid bills.
Creditor: This is Continental Housing Corporation. May I speak to [My Correct First and Surname ]?
Me: *polite cheerful lie voice* She's not available; may I take a message?
Creditor: That won't be necessary, may I speak to Juanita Dumbass? (Dumbass' 2nd Wife)
Me: *pause* Let me guess, does John Dumbass owe you money? Ran up a debt and skipped town?
Creditor: *pause* We're trying to reach Juanita Dumbass.
Me: C'mon, you know she's not here. Why would wife #1 and #2 be at the same address?
Creditor: Well if you could tell her we were trying to reach her ...
Me: M'am, if you just tell me that you're collecting a debt from John, I can probably tell you something.
Creditor: *robotic lie voice* This is a courtesy call and we aren't permitted to give out personal information.
Me: Okay, fine - There is no Ms. Juanita Dumbass here.
....... I'm torn. If I just tell these guys where Mr. Dumbass is, will they go away? Or will that just make me the favorite source for debt collectors, if they share info on how to track people down, so I get more calls?
I am so tired of getting calls from debt collectors because Mr. Dumbass can't get his act together.
2. Ah rain, ah, DC. I was home today, and the basement was filling with water. I mucked out the back drain and set the dehumidifier to 11. Now, the sump may be able to catch up. The culprit? Teeny tiny maple seeds, those blade-like pods that flutter so prettily in the wind. They're like glue.
3. My ex-husband - let's call him Mr. Dumbass - has been gone for over 10 years, and yet I am treated to interruption of the basement restoration by a creditor of his, who, naturally, cannot tell me the nature of their business. Guess he moved again, ahead of some unpaid bills.
Creditor: This is Continental Housing Corporation. May I speak to [My Correct First and Surname ]?
Me: *polite cheerful lie voice* She's not available; may I take a message?
Creditor: That won't be necessary, may I speak to Juanita Dumbass? (Dumbass' 2nd Wife)
Me: *pause* Let me guess, does John Dumbass owe you money? Ran up a debt and skipped town?
Creditor: *pause* We're trying to reach Juanita Dumbass.
Me: C'mon, you know she's not here. Why would wife #1 and #2 be at the same address?
Creditor: Well if you could tell her we were trying to reach her ...
Me: M'am, if you just tell me that you're collecting a debt from John, I can probably tell you something.
Creditor: *robotic lie voice* This is a courtesy call and we aren't permitted to give out personal information.
Me: Okay, fine - There is no Ms. Juanita Dumbass here.
....... I'm torn. If I just tell these guys where Mr. Dumbass is, will they go away? Or will that just make me the favorite source for debt collectors, if they share info on how to track people down, so I get more calls?
I am so tired of getting calls from debt collectors because Mr. Dumbass can't get his act together.