Waiting for newz

The Independant Insurance Adjusters are meeting with our insurance company today and, fingerz crozzed, we will learn later when we are getting our contents money and how much.

Which brings me to a case of Knotted Ztomach. I can make due with whatever money we are given but what has me frankly scared is telling second son that he may not be getting the $33,000.00 he thought he was getting. This is the son than gave us so much trouble fire night. The one who had referred to me, to his firends, as That Bitch and Her House. It wouldn't be so bad if the old poop aka- huzband- didn't insist on going on a vacation with replacement money. Youngest son will throw a fit. Not that I blame him, but I will be taking the fall out because I am that Bitch with Her House. I also need teeth desperately, I have a hag's mouth, and was hoping that I could get dentures. How we are going to do all of that I do not know.

Now older son, when we hand him his share will look at it and tell me he doesn't need it. As if he doesn't need a bed etc. The old poop tells me not to worry but that is easy to say. He claims that he doesn't worry about anything and he's right. What he doesn't know is that he doesn't worry because it all falls back to me. I have to be the one that knows what to do in an emergency, how much food we have in the house, and how are we going to pay what bill when. It's even my responsibility to let him know where he's going and if he's going in the right direction.

I have not bought any furniture since about 20 years ago so I have no idea how to even go about it. Aarrghhh. Not to mention all the other stuff I need to get as if I was just getting married and had to set up home. Hey I have my craft stuff and my table for the craft room, do I really have to bother with the rest of the house?

So, that's my quandry for today. Seems I have one a day. Maybe I should turn them into a calendar so I could have the pleasure of ripping off and crumpling up my quandry day by day.

Nah... too much work.

Speaking or work.... bye.