Dear God! I don't really have much to say; I just HAVE to post something to get rid of that horrible picture up there! I swear on my left boob that was the LAST post I'm doing on that freakazoid. No, really. This story happened to coincide with something going on in my life, so I couldn't help myself from talking about it a little, but trust me when I say I didn't write nearly as much as I wanted to. Self-control, FTW!
Oh yeah, I need to wrap up the Separation Saga, don't I? Eh. I'll do it sometime later. MTAE reminded me that I forgot to include the ancedote about the time I gave Brian a sweet uppercut to the jaw, so I'll have to make sure to remember. It's not that I usually condone hitting but sometimes it's totally warranted and what? It could've been worse - lucky (for him!) I didn't have access to a baseball bat at that moment.
Disclaimer: I don't believe in PMS. With that said, I woke up this morning feeling like ass and pissed off for no apparent reason. Once I got to work and counted the days on the calendar, I went Aha. Maybe it is real. Or maybe, just maybe, I get in a really bad mood once a month and cry over really stupid shit and want to eat nothing but salt. It's possible. Either way it should pass in a day or two. Just in time for the cramps and yuck-yuck to start. Sing it with me - IT'S FUN BEING A GIRL!
One of the funnest (I know it's not a word, shut it) things about having a blog and cyberpals is the free advice. So here's my question. Our redneck friends are about to lose their house. I won't go into specifics about how much behind on their mortgage they are; let's just say it's substantial. However Redneck Husband has done many rennovations over the years they've lived there, including building a free-standing, two-story building behind the house that he uses for a workshop. That thing is all kinds of awesome. But beside the point. His latest project is a bigger master bedroom on the end of the house. About a week ago, he broke through the wall between the addition and the room they'd been using for their young son's bedroom and found a scary mold situation going on. As we all know, mold is bad. Their son, who has slept in there almost every night of his two and a half years, has developed a bad problem with Croup. Last year he was even hospitalized for it for almost two weeks and it was horrible. I hate to say he came close to dying, but it was pretty touch and go there for a few days. So. Was mold the culprit? I know it can affect sinuses and the respiratory system. My point: Do they have any legal recourse? I don't have all the details yet, but I know they've lived in the house for almost five years and when they bought the house from an older lady, some shady stuff went down. Whether or not an inspection was ever done I don't know.
I know what I'm really asking for is free legal advice. Like Crisitunity, I was a paralegal for awhile, so I know that's sort of a no-no. I guess I'd really just like when we see them in a few days to maybe give them some info that could possibly help them. If all I should suggest is for them to see an attorney, I'll do that. The whole thing is a big steaming pile of crap and I feel awful for them. Way to go, economy; I'll see you in hell.
And with that, I guess I'll leave you for now. But don't forget: Tomorrow night = sex toy party. I am prepared to give, if not a photographic, a detailed and thorough report.