And the Hits

My good friend br is always wondering why I am always behind the eight ball financially. (I feel compelled to pause for a second while my GTF friends finish chocking on their bourbon and cokes, as I am probably the most well-off person they associate with on a regular basis, aside from ka, who is making bank off the internets). I am something of a financial wizard, having made, made $26 in the last quarter through my 401(k), so his befuddlement makes some sense, except that he forgets I am me (as you are he and we are all together).

In November, on Thanksgiving to be exact, my drain pipes backed up, sending used water into the sink, the dishwasher, and back out to the drain pipe for the dishwasher. $150.

December brought the Christmas season and giftal obligations all around. Plus my cell phone broke and I impulse bought a $300 phone, which is my own stupidity.

January saw my dishwasher stop working. $150.

February has started off with a bang with my sewer pipes backing up into my and my neighbor's yard. Again. So far it has cost me $160 for the pipe snaking and $100 for the sanitation clean up. We'll see what else comes my way through this. I have a feeling there's a retaining wall build in my future.

This is all aside from having a (almost) teenager in the house. br has a couple of young ones and he seems to believe they are expensive. Wait until they need a flute. Wait until they step on that flute and need it fixed right away. You don't budget for flute repair my friend. Or cello repair, for that matter. They don't stop needing clothes nor health care, but do need phones. And fish. And fish tanks, and heaters, and power strips, and well you get the drift.

These are the parts of life that I do not enjoy. Which makes all of you fine people all that more treasured.

Plus, on rare occasions, your daughter goes and draws you a gnome holding a flaming sword while riding a twonicorn. Which is nice.