Actually, I'm pretty tempted to just start shredding all mail that comes no matter if it looks like a check or not. No use spending money to forward it or to pay some legal person to be a go between. I'm tired of dealing with it. The back seat of my car is covered with her mail. I could shred it, bag it up and give it to my friend John (who owns this nickname) to use as fire starter for his wood stove. That would be of better use.
Okay, stop posting for a few minutes so I stop feeling compelled to reply. Hee Hee. I want to watch this movie I rented.
This thread will explode when Belinda and Mark get home, I'm sure. But they probably won't let me reply anymore.
'Night.