Crabby? Oh Yeah.

A Long Time Ago we had a rental property that we contracted a Realty company to secure tenants for us for. The tenants turned out to be total delinquents, so we lost money. We had to sell the property cause we realized it was too hard to manage a property 2.5 hours away if you couldn't trust the people you hired to find you good tenants to do their freakin' job. So Andrew decided to sue them for the amount of money we lost. It's not that much; it's a small claims court thing.

This thing has taken forever. Small claims court is supposed to be quick & easy. This has NOT been. The realtor has a lawyer. So figure how annoying it has been. It's sort of the principle of the thing more than it is money. But it is not really my deal, and it's something Andrew is supposed to handle.

Today, I am supposed to either get an extention on a deadline that, since Andrew has been away 12 or more of the past 30 days on Reserve duty and I am otherwise occupied busy, we cannot possibly make, or fill out some ridiculous forms for information that we have already given the stupidheads anyway. I've got the forms filled out. But the one person in the judge's office who can answer my question is apparently having a freakin' spa day and won't be in till 1:30. (I'm sarcastic about the spa day. I don't know that's what it is but I assume that she's having a better day than I am.) This is a total waste of my day, waiting to talk to the woman and/or filling out forms and making endless copies of things we have, as I said already, ALREADY SENT THEM COPIES OF. I hate them. They suck.

I have a headache and tummy woozies. Some other stupidhead booger face just called and made fax noises in my ear. I hate telemarketers. Now they're calling again and the fax machine is not on because I was not expecting a fax.

I am really really crabby. Due to the law of mommies & babies, so are the twins.

Tell my husband that he really owes me big time on this one.