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Why are some things complicated. We made the decision to refinance at a 2.75% rate. I'm told I have to prove that I am who I am & not Popeye. I'm told I need an original deed. Wow, I'm not sure if I should share this, but I just realized why Popeye is called Popeye.

I wasn't happy, but decided to let go & drive to the assessor's office on Broadway. First, I exchanged shoes my sister Lise gave to David because he lost them in the flood. The new one's fell apart. My sister is probably going to read this....so, no the shoes were not cheap.

Then, on to Broadway Street. As soon as I got close to where I needed to be, I saw barricades. I tried every street that was close to my destination. Nope, nope and nope. Yes, I chose to get my I am who I am document during the CMA 2010 Festival. Fantastic. After an hour of circling around like a madwoman, my cell rang. David told me to go home and meet the Poop Man. The flood messed up our sewer,and in trailer land, it's not a pretty situation. Toilet mechanisms have never sparked an ounce of interest in me. You go - you flush. I never quite gave a poop about where it went. When we moved into our sardine can, my whole view towards the art of going to the bathroom changed drastically. The 1 ply recycled paper I once used is too thick for our teenie weenie toilet box. Not kidding. We now have to use "trailer toilet paper" that disintegrates in your hands by just by looking at it. What once didn't matter has now changed into black matter and grey matter. Both grey and black matter go into a pipe which goes into our sewer. You press buttons on a panel which tells you if your "matter" is full and that it's time to empty it. That's not a happy time.

The grinder pump wasn't functioning. I really don't think I have to explain that one. How much do you think Poop Man charged us to fix it? We were charged the ridiculous sum of $480.01 for his 30 minute presence. Can someone tell me what the .01 stands for? Good luck? David's mom said she wondered if they would stop the job if you didn't give them the penny.

It's just been one of those days where you want to sleep in a rubber room. Tonight is Whine, Wine & Wash night at Lana's which will cheer me up. I can't use my washer/dryer. In fact, I don't even know if it works anymore. So, I decided that I would wash our clothes at my friends' home while having a little wine & catching up with each other.