fire mess goes to the streets.

We needed to fax a few receipts to the insurance company for the fire mess.


I photocopied 12 receipts. Took me about 6 days of running up and downs stairs and looking in old shopping bags, drawers, and once in the trash outside.

I found each corresponding item on the claim, and then wrote the number of that item on the receipt pages.

Highlighted the claim (twice) to make sure each item was accounted for.

Put all the papers in a yellow folder with the fax number, and attn. info on the outside.

Lincoln said he would fax them for me at work.

He forgot to take them to work, so one evening he suggested we go out and get a bite and fax the papers.

He took Simone and the yellow folder out to the van.

Folder on roof of van.

Simone in seat.

Folder on roof of van.

Many minutes later he asked where the folder was, and began looking around the inside of the van. He was so angry. Then in a calm but snotty voice I reminded him that I did all the work.

We drove back to our neighborhood, and we found almost all the pages on the street. Most had been run over several times.

Here we go again. At least all the receipts are together now, and I can look at the run over copies to find the item numbers.