December 20, 2008

Dear Dad,

This place is a complete fucking mad house without you. Amanda and Mike are trying to get out but she’s having car problems so they’re moving everything from her car to the Grand Prix. The dog is barking her ass off and shaking her ears and clawing at them until she cries. It’s a total madhouse. It was always much more relaxed when you were here. GAH! Red and I were hoping to go to Duluth today but the weather is icky (the snow just will NOT quit since you’ve died; the roads may never be clear again). Maybe tomorrow.

You’ll be happy to know that those DirecTV bastards screwed Nick and I over…not because they screwed us over but because we are now convinced that they really are bastards. We scheduled an installation over a month ago for today and they called him ten minutes after the scheduled installation time to cancel. The installation guy called from Superior to say that he was having car problems and couldn’t make it up from the cities. They rescheduled for Friday. That’s almost an entire extra week! Lies, lies, lies. So, we called to cancel and gave Dish Network a jingle instead. They will install tomorrow and it’s cheaper and they don’t play those stupid pricing games. Mom is going to try to cancel yours now that you’re gone. Amanda volunteered to make that call. She's the "worst customer ever."

We don’t know what to do about Lucy. Her drops are about gone and, according to Mom, she doesn’t really go all nuts about her ears anymore. We’re thinking about wrapping a bandage around her head like Mom had to when she had that big boil on her head. Poor Lucy. We don’t know how to help her. Boy, could we use you now.

Red and I are going to church now to try to find a little peace in this crazy time.

Love,
Angie