That’s pretty exciting. I hope it is THE letter and not just A letter.
Speaking of things, it turned out the bank didn’t snafu the mortgage payment. It was swiped from the mail, and someone tried to pass it as a personal withdrawal for several thousand dollars, but Wells Fargo didn’t fall for it.
Scribbling out the payee and the amount and putting in different ones didn’t fool them, who’da thunkit?
I mailed a new mortgage payment today, and it should get to them before the late-fee deadline.
Well, in my zeal to hitch my belongings to a U-Haul and head on out, I told Favorite Son and his Perfect Wife and I probably should have waited until it was actually in my hand. But if it’s not THE letter, it still might be OK — it depends on what FS says about the location of the place. He doesn’t want his Favorite Mom to be in a place that is full of ne’er-do-wells.
Wow. How could someone swipe the mortgage payment, unless they worked in the bank’s mail room...? What a dork! Like that’s never been done before... LOL! At least your money wasn’t lost, as in, “irreplaceable.”
I finally got the bed made but it took me forever for some reason. The errands didn’t get done, but tomorrow is another day, with any luck...!
So now, I’m watching for the mailman.
The Lawn Guy gave my front stoop “a lick and a promise,” when he took the blower to it to remove the debris. I’ll have to talk to Chuck about the mulberry suckers that grow 15’ overnight and are threatening to pull the shingles off. They’re also encroaching on the sidewalk so that in the dark (no security lights) it feels like a ghost is touching my cheek or hair.