By now, you all know I have many…eccentricities. (That word sounds so much nicer than the phrase: “Jane is a whack”.)
This summer, I had to face one of my personal worst case scenarios.
I am unfazed when using a tile saw with no safety on the blade, hurtling around the arena on 1200 lbs of I don’t THINK so, or relocating the skunk family that chose our house to move into, and believed we were the hired help the estate agent threw in for free. I’ve stuck my bare arm into a pitbull fight, and more frighteningly, successfully navigated health insurance phone tree mazes, and resolved disputed claims in our favor.
What could possibly be worse that THAT?