Sweet, Sweet Vindication

Mrs. HM was about to get fightin' mad at the mailbox Thursday afternoon. She reached into EmBee's gullet and pulled out an envelope from her trash-collection service. You may recall that last week, she received a bill for service that has already been paid for! And got a gal on the phone who didn't even look up her account, but said everything was fine on their end.

This envelope looked suspiciously like a billing statement. My trash-collection service is not in the habit of sending me entertaining, gossipy letters. I couldn't wait to get back to T-Hoe and put on my glasses and rip it open. I sensed that there might be some more rippin' going on, which had nothing to do with a paper envelope.



Looks like I got my blood boiling for nothing. Looks like that trash-collection service followed through after having an issue with their new billing software, and saved themselves from Jack('s Human Mom) the Ripper!