Stirring the pot

Oh. That made me kind of hungry.
Wrote my much delayed and eagerly anticipated "angry letter" to my mortgage broker today. I called her office because I wanted to send a copy to her boss as well and the receptionist gave me the boss's name which oddly had the same name as my mortgage broker. I said, "Is her boss her husband?" and the answer was yes so I said, "Huh. Can I have his boss's name?". We'll see how it goes. I was trying to determine what they could do or say to assuage my insurmountable rage and I'm just not sure. Obviously a letter of apology, but then what? Money, I guess. Give me financial compensation!
I don't want to go for a run today. Do I ever want to go for a run? Why do I run?
Enough of my trivial matters: how are you? I miss you! It's been so long since we chatted. Tell me about what's going on in your world. Are you happy? I hope you are and I hope your new year has gotten off to a brilliant start. Drop me a line. I love you!