So I was a little morose while walking home from work, worrying about money and how I'm going to get what I need with the little I have at the moment.
And as I have all week, I thought, "Wouldn't it be fabulous if my dental insurance cheque was waiting for me in my mailbox when I got home?"
And then I immediately thought, as I have all week, "Now, don't be silly. It's barely been 20 days since I submitted my claim. It's totally not going to be there when I get home. It's going to be another two weeks of eating cheap pasta and sauce. Those plans I had to buy real groceries? Put them on hold for another two weeks, please."
So I'm walking, and I'm listening to Anti-Flag, and getting all week in the knees because that's what
Chris #2 does to me (don't get me started about him combined with against me! Oh my. As my friend Holly Smut would say..."Woosh!" And they've been 19 ever since they started the band ages ago, so this crush is not as scary as it may first seem, thank you.), and la la la, don't get run over by this crazy SUV person who is kinda waiting for me to cross, but kinda not.
And guess what was in my mailbox? My cheque! Goodbye, money worries and stupid bills! Yay!!!!
(I had a much better entry planned, but then this happened. And now I must get groceries and get back before The O.C. starts.)