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One of those days
What with the layoff, I've gotten to the point of penny-pinching where buying a latte feels like a truly decadent luxury. I'll do it maybe once a week, but I have to really argue with myself first.
But today, I woke up unexplicably grumpy and so I decided to treat myself. A latte? Can I afford it? Go on, splurge a little, Peg! No, really, it's okay! You put in seven hours of overtime this week, surely you can allow yourself this, not just a standard latte, but $3.75 for a gingerbread latte!
Whereupon I managed to slop it all over the front of my blouse. Now I'm grumpier than ever.
Tell me something to cheer me up, friends list.
But today, I woke up unexplicably grumpy and so I decided to treat myself. A latte? Can I afford it? Go on, splurge a little, Peg! No, really, it's okay! You put in seven hours of overtime this week, surely you can allow yourself this, not just a standard latte, but $3.75 for a gingerbread latte!
Whereupon I managed to slop it all over the front of my blouse. Now I'm grumpier than ever.
Tell me something to cheer me up, friends list.
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My brother wants to go drive a truck in Iraq for a year. The pay would be wonderful (on the order of tens of thousands of dollars per month) and tax-free. But he won't have any medical insurance for my sister-in-law and nieces (one of whom is a Type I Diabetic). My sister-in-law is ... significantly stressed by this.
We spent a while talking about it Tuesday night - I gave her some thoughts on stuff to do to discuss with my brother about it. I don't know if he's going to go or not - I should know for certain within a few weeks, the departure date I was given was 11 December.