sandra revisited . . .

Kelli has a friend in my general neck of the woods who reads my blog . . .  jumping up and down and waving to C.  After reading about my, um, escapade with Sandra, she sent the following email to Kel who forwarded it to me.  If I thought little of Sandra before, I think even less now. 
 

"Wow, I was reading Jeanne’s blog about the letter she received from Sandra Edmonds about her house.

That’s the same VULTURE that came to my FRONT DOOR and rang the doorbell when Jordan was so sick and I was swamped in medical bills, and my mortgage was behind. I opened the door (and I had company over at the time), and there was this SANDRA  and she started in on how she sympathized about my misfortunes with the house and how she could help, blah blah blah (right in front of my kids and my company!!).

I told her she was pathetic, to get off MY property, and I slammed the door in her face.

I was soooo upset for weeks.

 She’s a piece of work."

You're right, C., she is a vulture.  I wonder how she sleeps at night.  I'm sorry you had to deal with her too.  There really is a special place for her.  just saying.