There's No Place Like Home...
by Amy Austin on May 18, 2008
Another update from the Land of Oz and tornados...
Apparently, I wasn't too far off in thinking that an insurance deal would be nice... they're worried about it, too. Enough so for the adjusters to assess the area's damages... and DOUBLE premiums on our homeowners'. This has prompted someone to decide that it can't be afforded any more, which has forced a search for cheaper insurance or refinancing... or else the sale of the house.
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Lori Lancaster | May 19, 2008
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