I’ve been doing a little more cleaning up around the house and getting into some of the bags of trash left around. Really bags of trash, complete with empty Diet Pepsi cans thrown in with piles of paper.
One of those I’ve discovered today links very nicely into another piece of paper that arrived in the mail. I received a 30-day demand for $570 and change, of course I had no idea it was coming, but the demand arrived today. Of course it’s another bill I knew nothing about, yet somehow was in my name. The really fun part about this, I was not even in the country, let alone living here on the date it was started. This led to an interesting conversation with the bill originator and as a friend put it “she is less half a step from being called a con-artist.” Other words came to mind, and lawyers do talk with each other about clients. It’s illuminating some days. 
With the bags of trash we have covered part one of todays journey into white-trashdom, but while I was clearing up I looked at some of the most destroyed furniture (destroyed by the same dog that was allowed to go to the bathroom under the same sofa) that she decided to clutter up the house with before she left. I could not give this stuff away, I need to pay someone to take it away it’s in such bad condition. Funny comment of the day “thankfully the washing machine was in the house, and no on the deck like some trailer trash.”
