Sometimes I feel like a child. We have been improving our banking situation - my name is now on the accounts. I know where all the money is. But when Mike gave me the the rental checkbook, the checks are only in his name. Now the thrifty side of me just won't allow me to throw away a whole book of checks plus the partial, so every time I need to write a check out of that account I have to have Mike come sign it. I feel like I am asking my dad for money. He laughs at me and tells me to just order the new checks - today I ordered them. We are going to be writing lots of checks out of this account as soon as we get the insurance money from the vandalism and start replacing and fixing things. It shouldn't take long to use these up.
We meet with the insurance man Wednesday to have him look at the vandalism. Everyone send positive thoughts our way so that we really get enough money to put things back to the way they were. We will already be out the deductable, I don't want to be short more money than that. I have talked Mike into paying a contractor to fix the house since we really don't have time to do it. If we get shorted money, I see lots of long days in our future doing it ourselves afterall.
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