We received an interesting letter from our insurance company. They ‘asked’ us to install safety flood lighting in front of our home due to the continuation of the seemingly never-ending legal battle we’re in. If changes are not made by the date listed, we would be dropped.
Murphy’s Law has moved in to our home.
Let’s see, the incident happened nearly three years ago, didn’t happen on my property, and wouldn’t have been prevented by flood lights but…
Sure. Now seems like a great time to demand a change (To be fair, there are 5 watt nightlights brighter than our porch lamp so I can’t exactly fault them for saying we are inadequately lit).
My husband knew how to run the wire and install the fixtures but the $300 price tag for materials pushed us over the edge. We had to…
Dive into our emergency fund.
The whole weekend, as my husband made repeated trips to Lowes, I tried to figure out how we could possibly pay for it without dipping into our emergency cash.
When the job was done, my husband suggested we recycle the stack of cans he had been saving and I thought, ‘Sure. $5 of recycling is going to save us’ but went along anyway to help him sort the bottles and cans.
30 minutes of sorting in 95 degree heat really helped my attitude problem.
How much did we net at the recycling place? $477.85.
How? My husband took the $27.85 earned from recycling and, since neither of us had our wallets, lifted the lid to put it in his truck center console and found a $450 check payment from a side job he was paid for a month and a half ago and forgot about. (Yes, that was a long run-on sentence)
If I wasn’t so happy about putting it back into our emergency fund, I probably would have smacked him for forgetting about it in the first place.
Emergency floodlights and part of the vet bills… covered. Whew!