So I've been working just a crazy amount of hours this week. And I was trying to be all positive about it and tell myself that it's all good because then we can save up some money and I can afford my next vacation and all that but the real bitch of the matter is that I was so exhausted from all the working that I neglected to check my bank account so I overdrew and so things like a $2 cup of coffee wound up costing me $27 with the bank fees and now instead of squirreling money away I'm breaking even. Exactly even. I know that it's gauche and unseemly and just plain old common as pig tracks to talk about money and I also know that I should be thankful that I'm even instead of negative but really ya'll- I'm just disgusted.
Of course I blame John for all of this. John who was up this morning at 6 doing all of our laundry. John who's been scooping out litter boxes and de-ticking cats and vacuuming floors and washing sink loads of nasty-ass dishes and fielding phone calls from friends and family and rubbing my aching feet and shoulders and telling me every 3 minutes that he loves me and asking me how I can manage to be so pretty when I first wake up (even though I'm almost positive he was being a smart ass). Yeah, him... he's the one I blame. Big ol' doofusy tool.
So this post is for John. "Don't you know that if I didn't love you, you'd be dead by now?"
Also: A special thank you to Rapunzel for the link to the new blog look. I was wondering what I'd be doing this July 4th weekend and now I have my answer... trying out every single layout at least 3 times a piece.