It’s official: there is no insurance money for us. The adjuster came by today to personally twist the knife. If it had hailed we would have been covered.

Texas had some of the highest home-owners rates in the country. For what? In case an airplane crashes into our playroom? Good, then we are set.

And the adjuster has the audacity to say “Don’t be mad at the insurance company.” Buddy, we are mad. Mad that we pay your usurious rates only for you to say “we denied people who were hit by the hurricanes last year, too.”

If that helps you sleep at night, whatever.

New carpet tomorrow.

And one more thing, if you want a commission for selling us carpet, don’t exclaim “that’s too bad your house flooded. But that’s good news for us, because we make money.” Sounds like this carpet salesperson missed her calling. She should be working for Foremost Insurance, a division of Farmers.

Who we don’t recommend by the way.