My internet is off. My phone is turned off. My tax check came in, buuuut-- because it was so big they held it for 5 days. Well, for fuck's sake.
I'm working like mad, to get us caught up. Chris is working like mad, to get us caught up. Sigh. Money in, money out. We have a motto for the year. NMP. No more poor. We text it to each other when things are rough. That is when we can text.
Man, I am so tired of this. Yes, things are getting better. Slowly. But I had to get it off my chest.
So enough bitching. Heres what I'm grateful for.
Plus. Lots, lots more.