my husband is going to flip out.

i feel like im cheating on him by writing this on here before he knows it himself.

seriously, why do i tempt fate, why?? because fate always fucking wins. just when i think it can't get worse, it always does.

i was in bed. and the phone rang. and i thought maybe it was my OB with my bloodwork results. nope. it was the hospital though. informing me of the bill for the outpatient procedure i'm having on tuesday that i havent even had the chance to write about yet.

i should have stayed in bed.

it's a good thing we didnt spend the 4 digit amount of money to stay at biltmore for our anniversary, because that's how much out of pocket this procedure is going to cost us.

he's going to flip out. it will be a cosmic explosion, i promise you. kinda like i'm doing right now. aw, we match. we're so cute!

he's already upset because we're going to owe on taxes again this year. because he changed his deductions to account for a dependant. uh huh, well, she died inside of me. so she doesn't fucking count. God Bless America!

just keep kicking while i'm down here, just keep kicking and kicking and kicking, hey, you know, maybe you'll dislodge the damn kidney stone the free way!

im not even 30 and i feel like i have one foot in the damn grave. except that we cremate, so instead, just light the fire and warm up because im falling apart at the seems and i cant take it anymore.