In which my stress level? Is a little high.
Today I opened a spreadsheet and listed all our bills in it. We already need more than I’ll even make this month, and it’s only the 2nd. Let me tell you, it gets pretty scary when your spouse is unfortunately unemployed more than he’s employed over the span of a year. Especially when you’re carrying the kind of debt load we are.
I told Bread last week he’s gonna have to get a menial job selling car parts or sweeping floors or something if he can’t find any construction to do. I didn’t get the impression he really understood how bad it is — I do all the bookkeeping so he hasn’t really got a handle on it — hence today’s spreadsheet (aka Visual Aid #1). I think he thinks we can scootch by for a little longer, but we passed that point a couple of months ago.
I actually got served papers last week for an unpaid debt! Served. Papers. By the sheriff. In my own damn driveway. I feel like a fucking college student.
It’s sticky hot out. I’ve been wearing my glasses for two weeks, which makes me feel frumpy. I’m still kinda tired out from that stupid cold I had. I’m driving a big-assed gas-guzzling truck instead of my comfy and economical little jeep because we can’t afford the tires the jeep needs.
I’m gonna be pissed if I have to get a part-time job, I’ll tell you that right now.
So, when I get off work here in a few, I’m going to stop for a cold cocktail. (I have a chit for the Dew Drop, so I don’t even have to scrounge for change.) Then I’m going to go home, put on a bikini, and jump in the triangle pond. I’m going to swim a few laps, get my heart rate up, de-stress a little. Then I’ll lie on the beached dock in the sun and bake. It’ll be calming. It’ll be awesome.
I’ll let Mr. “I know how to cook, I just don’t feel like it much!” figure out how to get dinner out of our mostly empty larder. *chuckle*
In other news, I missed 2 out of 15 in the Pussy or Raw Meat? quiz. (I’m straight and a vegetarian, so I really haven’t seen much of either. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.)
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I only missed one. I look at way too much porn, clearly.
Baby, you missed one. I think maybe you need to do more research. đŸ˜‰ -m
Yikes. I believe I would have peed right there. On the sheriff. Not on purpose or anything.
Just reading the title of that quiz makes me quite certain now that I’m gay and that I should go back to being vegetarian immediately.
We got served papers last year for something else. That time the sheriff didn’t show up until past dark and I was alone. I was utterly baffled by the sight of a cop car rolling up my driveway! -m
Alden is sooo smart, and bless him and his monkeys!
Mush,
People as cool and as caring as you shouldn’t have to worry about trivial crap like money.
I have a few bucks, can I just send a check for the “tire fund”? We talked about this at the house. (Justin included) We’ve got good tires. You don’t. It would be our pleasure to contribute.
If the “barn party” address is different from the place I should send the check, let me know. Quickly.
OMG, thank you for the offer. Tons. That’s so sweet. (I LOVE THE INTERNET, AND MANY OF THE PEOPLE ON IT. LIKE YOU.) I think we’ve got it covered for now, but will troll for money shamelessly next week should I find I need to. *many smooches* -m
Mush, would you kill and erase any posts in Rants9 by ‘BlogGreen88’? It’s a damn web crawling ad bot! Little bastards. Thanks.
I can’t imagine those things working at all but I guess they wouldn’t send them out if they didn’t.
Sure thing, pops. -m
hm… I missed 4. I don’t think that’s bad for a raging homovegetarian. pussy is scary.
i hope bread gets a job soon.
did the gravatar thing work? i registered this morning.
Tell me about it. Me too. Yes! -m
12 out of 15, I’m a Pussy Trainee.
Wow, I’d expect you to know at least your meat better than that! đŸ˜‰ -m