Eviction

So, we may or may not be evicted tonight at midnight. I once watched a Michael Mo.o.re movie, that one he fabricated did about Roger the GM dude, and I saw a family get evicted. I imagine having to throw all my stuff into garbage bags (because that's more dramatic than the boxes I have stashed and luggage) and drag my babies out in their stained onsies and droopy diapers and all the while cursing the man---whoever he is. It might happen---we have 26 minutes until I'll know for sure. But if midnight rolls around and I still have a place to lay my head....well, then in the morning I'm marching up to the office and raising cane. Because I don't need this kind of junk in my life.

Jay accidentally wrote a check from an old account that has 32 cents in it. As soon as I realized he'd done this, I wrote a new check and took it in. It did not get delivered to the right hands. That's happened to me about 5 times now, in the 6 months I've lived here. They have gone through three entire different staffs of management since I moved here. I'd say something's amiss up in management land. Well, anyway---I think eviction is somewhat of a drastic response to a lousy bounced check and poor communication. Jay would have evicted me years ago if that were an appropriate response.

That's pretty much all I really had to say.
P.S. Blogger Spell Check just suggested that I change "onesies" to "honkies". We are. But I won't.