I use the bank’s automated phone system to balance the checkbook. Today I held my breath in anticipation, or maybe I was bracing myself; afraid of another twelve cent check. Fortunately it was enough to cover the car payment and a little extra. Which is good because my daughter has the flu. I sound like a Ray Charles song “My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I’m busted.”
Mike’s not coming home this weekend. Not because baby girl has the flu, because he was asked/begged to take a load to somewhere in Texas. Or maybe he was supposed to meet another driver half way there and swap loads, I’m not sure. He kept calling me while Sarah was alternating between napping and vomiting. Also, I was learning how to enter codes and other baffling information into the computer for my first Avon order. I deleted the order twice and I’m still not sure if I did it correctly. If I didn’t, then I’ll have to send back two extra eyeliners.
Good grief it’s almost eleven and I should be in bed. With Sarah sick, I don’t foresee a full night sleep for either of us.
Night all.
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