I got a thing in my mailbox today informing me that there is a certified letter waiting for me at the post office.
My first thought was, this can't be good.
My second thought was, we are going to be evicted.
My third thought was, get a grip, dumb ass, and don't worry until you know what it is.
Now, the reason I though "eviction" is because of that stupid dog. We are up to resign our lease next month, and I hope they don't think we are troublemakers because of the fuss I made over the dog.
Turns out it has something to do with our van. Great big sigh of relief.