Monday, March 21, 2011
Yeah that's what I said, valium, muscle relaxers and beer. It's been that kind of, uh, year? Oh and be forewarned that all grammar, punctuation and spelling are in harm's way during the duration of this post.
I began the morning with a physical for life insurance which totally stressed me out. I mean, who in their right mind is going to insure the life of a bipolar Diva? They assured me that it "should" fly but who in the hell has a clue?
Then I decided to tackle the bills. You all know that we're general contractors and business has been crappy due to the economy and the fact that last year we lost more money on jobs than we have in all of our years combined.
We're in a hole, a gigantic hole.
Just a minute, I need to get the chips and Tapatio sauce.....
Ok, I'm back.
Where was I? Oh yes, the hole, the black hole of debt, and lots of it.
It's so much debt that just being in debt, singular, would be a great thing. The sun would be shining and all would be right with the world.
Long story short, or as short as a valium, muscle relaxer, three ibuprofen, two tylenol and a beer later (now I know how my Dad felt all those years), it may be longer than shorter, anyway back to my whining. That sentence really sucked, oh well. I thought, for about an hour, that we would be able to fill that hole in a bit. That's until I found this MASSIVE bill from a sub contractor buried in email.
I wrote the check, re-tallied the amounts and stared at what was left over. I have a week's worth of money to last for the next month.
My daughter is sitting by me chattering on the phone. I'm going to freaking kill her. I've totally lost my train of thought while she gabs on about "The One Hundred Monkeys." My son is walking around in circles talking to himself and I, well, I'm under the influence.
Oh yeah, another thing. Did I happen to mention that I opened my cell phone bill this afternoon? $950! So not only did I spend all day trying to figure out a way not to borrow more money I tried to figure out, with AT&T, how in the hell a 17 year old can run up a phone bill that has unlimited talk and text.
Ok, the valium, muscle relaxers and beer are winning so I guess that's enough for tonight.
Kisses and all that shit,