The guy who did our taxes this year neglected to fill in the date of when we bought our house. We should be getting our refunds sometime between now and whenever we’re ready to purchase our next house.
FEMA is screwing us over in regards to flood insurance. I’m tempted to make a Katrina joke. Very, very tempted. Fuck FEMA. You know what would make it a lot easier to hire an engineer and/or pay FEMA’s blood money? If we could actually get our tax refund sometime in the next decade. It’s like rain… on your wedding day. It’s a free ride… when you’re already late. It’s the good advice… that you just didn’t take. And who would have thought it figured?
In this case, the good advice would be, “Don’t buy a house where the property occasionally gets moist. Otherwise, you will be forced to pay through the nose for unnecessary flood insurance.” I won’t give my head the luxury of exploding.
Our house is currently over-run with ants. One bit my face tonight. My face! My beautiful, beautiful face. Stupid ants.
On the bright side, band practice went well tonight. I think that my CD release party is going to kick some serious ass.
Supposedly, ants won’t cross a chalk line. If you find out where they’re coming from, you can draw a line there with chalk and they’ll stay away. Alternately, dust your person with chalk to prevent them biting any more beautiful, beautiful parts.