Mar 112010
After a February so packed with work I hardly slept and the deposit of a juicy tax-refund check, my bank groaned under the unaccustomed weight of excess dollars. My mind raced with plans for them: Saving, heading off property tax payments, investing in the upkeep of my home.
Now, just one week later my poor account has been abused by:
- Three months of expensive (and unexpected) medication for my son.
- Replacement of a cracked windshield (how did that happen?).
- An appointment with a pulmonologist (which I was hoping to avoid).
- The necessity of a new (insert long string of obscene yet descriptive words here) transmission.
And the allergic cat is once again sneezing.
I think this is what they call the wheel of fortune, and right now it’s running me over.
So, anyone know how to rebuild a transmission?
I can’t rebuild a transmission, but things are going abut the same with me. I could give you a does of misery love company juice if you want.
Pour it out my brother. We’ll lift our glasses together.
Holly smokes, I am here just in time then, I have buckets full We could all sit around and get positively pissed on it.
What do you say to a most miserable contest?
Enumerate all your … um stuff. AAG judges and the winner gets… um… bragging rights?