Issue-Laden Lunch Chick

There seems to be some confusion about this post. The reason for asking ILLC to fax the documents was because I did not have access to them. They were at my apartment. Sure, I could have driven over and gotten them and come back, but it would have taken me close to two hours. It was simpler (and quicker) to ask her to do it. As it turns out, she faxed me the documents and I then faxed them to the credit union…which approved my loan this morning. Wahoo!

Props to Wicked H for giving me the “Issue-Laden Lunch Chick” moniker, which refers to the woman in this post and this one, and this one, and this one. She shall henceforth be known as either Issue-Laden Lunch Chick, or ILLC.

Now, on to business. I need ILLC’s help. I’m refinancing my car and I need to prove that the house payments aren’t mine any longer. How can I do that, you ask? Good question. It just so happens that I can do that rather easily. You see, Dear Reader, I can provide the Credit Union with a copy of the signed divorce decree and the page from the settlement that say, “He don’t have to pay”.

This would be simple…IF THE F*ING ILLC WOULD EVER GET BACK TO THE OFFICE SO SHE CAN FAX THEM THE *OD-DAMN PAPERWORK!! Sheesh. I listen to this woman complain about everything from her ovaries to her underies and I need one teeny, tiny favor and she’s no where to be found.

I called the office and Loon 2 said she was out “running errands”. This was 2 hours ago. What the hell? I need help.

Well, guess what? ILLC finally showed up. Rant over. Now I must be charming and witty so she’ll do my bidding.


Dead wood

Well, Dear Reader, for the first time in three years, my Morning Wood has failed me. Sure, I’m getting older, but I sure as hell didn’t think I’d lose my edge this quickly. It’s sad, really. I’m always ready to go, especially now. Why, my Wood does some of it’s best work late in the season. Not this year though.

My Wood finished a semi-respectable 7-6, but failed to make the playoffs. *Sigh* Last year, my Wood was in the lead for most of the season, limped along the last few games, and finished 10-4-1. I expected more this year, but Coach Levitra just couldn’t pull it off.

Oh well, there’s always next year. Hey, listen to me. I sound like a Notre Dame fan.