Jesus Christ on a bike doing handstands this month has been expensive.
And we are only halfway through.
What with birthdays (nephew and MPS) and anniversaries (parents 45th and my 2nd strokeverasary) car rego, excess on insurance to get the cow DNA off my car, Boo’s school camp (190 bucks for 2 fucking days ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!) and bills bills bills and more motherfucking bills, I can see my credit card smoking from 12 feet away.
The stress is making my fucking EYELASHES fall out.
And fuck me dead, I know I should be thankful and shit about our awesome healthcare system, cause I would need to sell a kidney and then have a fundraiser to pay for the kidney to be removed just to get an ingrown toenail removed in the US… but seems we will be splashing some serious cash at the specialist next week and making it rain fifties at various allied health professionals.
I don’t think I will be getting my monthly ‘would you like to increase your limit cause you are such a good customer’ letter from my bank this month. And it sucks cause that is the only positive affirmation I seem to be getting lately.
And again, I know I should be thankful that I have a credit card at all to be able to pay everything but I am still allowed to whine aren’t I? When I see the amount owed exceed the amount available I die a little inside.
So guess what I did?
To make myself feel better about the HUGE amount of cash that is haemorrhaging out of my account and my debt growing?
I bought some shoes. On credit of course.
They should be here this week.
Clearly I have lost my motherfucking mind.