'Cause, you know, it's all about the benjamins. Word?
Just started a new (and intended to be temporary) job doing disaster recovery. You know, fire, flood, plague on all the firstborn children in Canton. The usual kind of stuff. My first day consisted of a fire cleanup after a minor kitchen fire - minimal substantive damage, but a fair bit of smoke discoloration. And as I sat cleaning a large tub of hot wheels, Lego and action figures with a toothbrush, it occurred to me that having this kind of kitchen fire was kind of like the home insurance equivalent of hitting the lottery...

Look honey, a candle has set fire to the large painting of the Madonna and Child hanging over our kitchen counter! Now Ed McMahon will come and pay a bunch of guys in worksuits to hand-wash every item in our house while we take a free hotel vacation. Go get the kids!

I know. Any fire is disruptive and traumatic.

The hotel is not really that nice.

They didn't really bring the kids in to watch the Virgin Mary burn.

The insurance auditor's name wasn't even really Ed McMahon.

But part of me still feels like it's not a bad way to get a head start on spring cleaning.