I just realized today is Tax Day and boy did I get taxed…
Let me let you in on an inside joke – when we get a flat tire, random ticket/fine, crazy ridic bill Ben calls it a “God Tax”. There’s no rhyme or reason, just pay it and move on. (Also, when I steal bites of someone’s food sometimes I call it a “Monica tax!”)
First Vegas got in a fight and racked up $400 in vet bills. Then, I broke my tooth and will have a $950 root canal tomorrow.
I freaked out and tried to call Ben, but he didn’t answer. I decided to go for my run anyways, because there was nothing I could do right then to fix it.
That’s when I lost it. I tried to call Ben again, no answer. So I called my brother Michael (not Matt as he would be in the middle of 4th grade history or something) and started balling. Not balling like this…
I cried it out then realized I was 5 miles away from home and turned back. I ended up running 9 and walked 1 to cool down.
Ben was having a bad day too and randomly decided to come home for lunch. We talked it out a bit and now I feel a little better. I’m sure the chips helped…Wow. Wasn’t this the most depressing post? Sorry.
My least favorite posts are serious ones, so let’s end on a happy note…
I live in California with a guy who rocks!
I had someone to call when it was all going downhill!
I love Diet Dr. Pepper! A lot! (Random, I know)
I have a ton of meds because of broken tooth!
It’s Friday and I’m going to Vegas on Sunday!!!
Question: Please share some happy thoughts!