I am not in a very good mood this morning. I woke up super early (around 4:30 am) and felt ready to get up, but I forced myself to re-position myself and snooze off and on until 6:30. Then, I got up and lost track of time, (the one time in how many ever - 6, I think - years that Buddy has been going to school), so I got yelled at by the Evil Twin (FUCK YOU, PAL!).
Then, I had noticed about a week ago, there was my mom's name listed in the taxes due section of the paper for real estate. I sold the house last May, so I called the tax department this morning. After all, if it's my responsibility, I will pay it - even though it is a lot of money. So, she tells me they are 2007 taxes and depending on the agreement hashed out at the closing, that's what would need to happen. I think it was prorated for the year and the portion due would be the buyer's responsibility.
So, I call my realtor to find out who was the attorney at closing, so I could call their office. This happened (closing) over a year ago and I know I have a file on it somewhere, but it's downstairs and I don't have time to leave the baby alone while I dig thru files.
Meanwhile, Sissy is coloring in a book that is not a coloring book....
My realtor and I spoke and he was going to have his office pull the file and then, he said that the current owner was requesting an original copy of a document talked about at closing. A FUCKING YEAR AGO!
He bought the damn house (or rather, I practically gave it to him, just to get the monkey off my back) and yet, he still wants stuff from me? I don't think so, homey. You bought the damn house, now live with it. And if he so much as calls my phone number, I will tell him that exactly.
He reminds me of a certain asshole blogger I've had the misfortune of running into around these parts. Always thinking they're owed something. Or they have more and better first amendment rights than anyone else. Or wanting to start something on someone else's blog. What an asshole.
Oh, and just to top off my morning? After my injection, I put my little cotton ball and tape on the injection site (sometimes, it bleeds a little), but the cotton ball shifted and put a big blood stain on my shirt. Why is that a problem? Because I don't own many shirts, that's why. I don't like anything so if I find a style I like, I buy several in different colors. Right now, I have about 4 shirts I like, and currently NOW, two are in the dirty clothes basket. And, I'm wearing a Hello Kitty band-aid on my stomach.
I fucking hate people.