Goodbye earthly belongings, hello federal aid! Actually, I don't know if I'll get any, but we called and and opened a case or got a ticket number or whatever the hell happens.

Anywho, they said we'll be hooked up with an "adjuster" who we'll have to meet up with to survey the "site" to which Brenda added, "if you're going to send him soon, make sure he has a boat." I put adjuster in quotes because word around here is that FEMA's adjusters are 80-year-olds with one foot in the grave that don't survey damage as much as they just stand there and say, "yup, looks like ya got some water in here."

Which I suppose is understandable, I mean, whenever the President declares that a place is a disaster area, it's really not the time to be trying to figure out whether the water damage to your carpet is due to flooding or wind blown rain. I suppose they just send them out to perform a perfunctory check and make sure that all your shit actually got fucked, and ours did. Boy howdy.