Hey, Vision. They are
G-O-N-E gone. Where, I don't know, and didn't ask. I just heard commotion one early morning a couple weeks ago, put the pillow over my head, and when I finally got up, about 80% of their stuff was removed. They came by earlier this week and got another 10%. I'm waiting on them to show up and get the last of it. Since the other deadbeat got a job, Connie let them use the truck so they can both get to work, because he's too lazy to go to one of these used car loan sharks who will finance a dead person for the right interest rate and get himself some beater to cart himself around in. That'll come to a quick end when I put my SUV in the shop to get that wreck damage repaired. I'm in the process of hanging a new window blind they shredded and remounting a bi-fold door they found a way to knock off the track, the schmucks. I made her vacuum the carpet. It looked like the bottom of a Dempster Dumpster. I don't know how anybody could willingly live in a landfill like that, much less create it. And, of course, not long after they blessedly slithered out, she made me the bad guy and yelled that they left because they were tired of me bitching about them living here. Well, yeah, you tell me two months, tops, I show you charity, and you're still here six months later, living like pigs, with two kids that are either constantly crying, and/or treating the furniture like it's their own personal rumpus room, and not showing any incentive to act like 30 year olds and take responsibility for your lives? Then you get an attitude about my attitude?
I won't be here too much tonight, as I have to get eight straight on the mattress. Tomorrow morning I have a phone conference with my disability lawyer to prep for our video hearing Tuesday morning with the SSA admin judge. Throw a prayer up for me, please. All this time, effort, the doctors, and it's down to this. And I gotta admit, I'm so nervous I'm having kittens.