She looked over the messy paper and shook her head. "My husband's handwriting's just as bad as this. You do this right before you were running out the door too?"

At least that was always Han's excuse for his abysmal penmanship. She knew he was just lazy about writing and didn't care. But after thirty-plus years of marriage, she'd be a fool to not know either.

"Alright, young man, let's seee what we've got." She looked over the list and frowned. "What do you have at your residence right this second?"