Well my good friend Chicky Poo doesn't have insurance. She had a fraudulent card. Daddy Poo wasn't very happy when we showed up at their house asking for another insurance card. At least we have his name and phone number. Matt couldn't believe the guy was so angry. I'm not only pissed at that but the police didn't let us file a report with them. They said to go through our insurance. If you have Metropolitan they won't do anything to help you (just take your money) if you only have liability and uninsured. We'll probably have to take the uninsured part of it. I can tell this is going to be a huge fight. The Chick is driving around all crazy-butt, without insurance. Somebody should be helping us! Well anyway she really can't hide for long as we know where she lives, among other things. Funny...she goes to my daughter's school.
Tune in to the next episode tomorrow, same time, same place, to hear all the wickedly entertaining updates.
Nighty night.
This is a journal of my life with my family and pets.
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