Boo Hiss to bill collectors

First off, they called my SISTER IN LAW.  Idiots.  They probably did some damn search, came up with my brother having the same last name as I (well, we don’t NOW… but we did.) and called, acting all innocent.  So she emailed me, and like an idiot, I called.

Yea, their "pre-legal" department.

Asking if I could record the call didn’t work, dang it.  Jerry said it would.

My damn nerves are S*H*O*T.

I think I’ll go cuddle the baby or something.  This sucks.  Not exactly how I envisioned my Friday.  Crap.  Sigh.  I could really, REALLY use a drink.  Maybe I’ll make myself one.  It won’t hurt anything.

Speaking of that… in reading Dr Newman’s web site, he said that very little alchohol gets into the milk.  It’s just one more reason to make breastfeeding mothers feel bad, guilty.  I told Jerry that, and he said if he thought it was really a problem, he wouldn’t give me anything to drink.  So there you go.  Always looking out for me, he is.