S T O R I E S

This is the 4/14/2008 TX update. Does this seem like a bad daytime soap?

Bubba finally arrived at 9:16 am, about 7 months late with the missing screens for 5 of the windows on this new house. Nope!

Not one fit once again.

Yep! He has called and been here numerous times over more than 10 months with idle excuses and promises not to mention mis/sized window screens. Today was no different.

Bubba promised that he will be back on Wed, Oh yeah right, of course he will! Shame on me if I believe that line of trash.
Richard, the painter called the cell phone continually all today. The cabinetry in this new residence was stained an oil coat but with no sealer ever applied so the finish is degrading as the days tick away. Richard is scheduled to come, mask off all the cabinetry and apply a lacquer finish but OH NO! Suddenly, he will start early Wednesday of this week to apply some strange finish of unknown quality. The culprit in all of this. is the contractor, Dirty Dog Steve Spencer.

Long ago, about March of 2007, the EX and a stock broker buddy named, Phil, at the now disappearing Bear Stearns, conspired to sell off an account the was awarded to me in the divorce settlement. This all happened even after I was supposed to have gained control of the Bear account.

Today, sadly, I have had to pay the hugely costly IRS consequences of that conspiracy.

SO, about 3:15 PM I went to the Hooton Post Office to post the dreaded IRS letter. As I popped out of the auto, my new designer sun glass frames broke. Not to be undone, I returned to the Tahoe, retrieved another stylish pair of sun protection and marched gallantly into the Post Office to pay the costly sacrifice of inflated fees to file my 2007 IRS Tax Extension.
Emerging undaunted from such a challenging sacrifice, even humming the tune running through my head, I hopped in the auto and after a cautious glance in all directions, slowly backed from the Postal Service parking space.

Oh @%$&^#@#%%**!!!

Jay Toofast backed his cute Lexus into my precious Chevy Tahoe!

He was so sorry! Do not call the cops! He will pay/.

#@%^&@@@###!!!

My Tahoe is wounded!

After a late afternoon of getting the auto repair estimates & arranging for that Jay dude to pay dearly, " Yep! He can afford to pay!"

My Chevy auto limped back to the house only to get a call from Richard the Painter trying to cheap on this restoration of the cabinetry. Of course, Steve the dishonest jerk contractor, is the culprit. Poor Richard, is just the Foreign Exchange Worker, in the middle of the Cheating Contractor and the poor embattled blonde lady.

Julie is a recovering can-chaser in a 12-step program. Visit Julie's Web site at www.julie-carter.com.