Tomorrow I get to pay $100 to a lawyer to see what he thinks of my window situation. I called Pella again today to let them know that yes, the window is still a pain in my ass, and yes, the record windstorm on Friday night did cause my window to buzz. They still had NO SUGGESTIONS for me. So, I made an appointment with a construction lawyer (who, for $100 may tell me to get the hell out of his office) and then called back to talk to the local Pella Operations Manager. At least he prromised to call the main office again.

I figure talking to a lawyer is a good thing because he’s probably been present at plenty of screwings, and so he’ll know if I’m totally screwed. I know a certain person who makes more than that just to blow dry a person’s hair will tell me I’m wasting my money, but if people didn’t waste their money then the economy wouldn’t go anywhere, right? And what the hell am I going to spend the money on anyway?

Oh, yeah, on Mariko. I bought her a coat today and then SHE STOPPED TALKING TO ME. I figure she got what she wanted and she’ll start talking to me when she picks out the shoes she wants me to buy her. (It’s all for a very late Xmas present so I’m not too worried about it. Well, besides the NOT TALKING TO ME part.)