It Was Bound To Happen

I've been doing craft shows for over six years now, and I do accept checks, with ID. And I usually mention that, 'oh, by the way, I work for a collections attorney'. Well, despite ID and warning, I got hit with a bad check. The bank refused it outright, and as my bank is the same as the checkwriter's bank, clearly the bank knows something I don't. (Which, legally, they can't tell me.) So this bitch wrote bad checks at a high school craft fair to a bunch of working schmoes trying to make a wee bit of a living. There's low, and then there's low.

The Day Improved

Went Christmas shopping with Mom, which is a bit troubling - she couldn't remember what she was getting for whom or where, even with a list and my prodding, and she made me shop at Kohl's (long story but I refuse to shop there) - but I got some clothes, a plant for the office and Season One of Dollhouse out of it. Oh, and I get to inflict some Newbery winning books on my nephews for Christmas. I read ALL of the Newbery books through 1982 or so and I'm more than happy to pick some for the boys. (A Wrinkle in Time, Across Five Aprils, and Johnny Tremain, to be specific.)

Then home to watch Maryland spoil NC State's championship bid, and watch Despicable Me. I love the minions. Seriously.