LeeAnn can hear you knocking, but you can’t come in:
1. I finally got all the insurance foofahrah done regarding the happy joy joy funtime that was having some dickwad try to drive to Taco Bell through the back of my car.
2. But I can’t even put the money in the bank yet because I am TERRIFIED of the very check it’s written on because I am CERTAIN as death and taxes that something “bad” will happen once I have a reasonable amount of money “available”. So the checks are in a coffee can buried in the back yard until I figure Bad Luck’s attention is elsewhere and I can risk it.
I should probably warn you that the entire article runs out to number 9.