Will supper be long?
Don't you love it when things unravel in front of your face after people have had warning it was going to happen? I know I do.
My sister and her ass of a husband make a combined $70,000 per year and are still flat broke. They have no loans, no major debt (besdies credit card because they bite off more they can chew), and yes, they have a child, and children are expensive to raise, but that is more than enough to live. I grew up in a family of 6 (4 kids, and my two parents) and my parents only made around $30,000. How the hell could they be in that much debt?! Everyone in my family has warned them about their spending and how it's going to bite them in the butt one day... enter this morning...
My mother gets a phone call (at the house), it's the happy couple's landlord! Turns out the landlord was contacted by a collection agency to find a way to get in touch with Mr. Asshole. The landlord, naturally concerned because they got a hold of her contact information, knew that my mom & I lived a few blocks away and her boyfriend has fixed appliances for her, tracked down the number to call my mom to see what's up. Many games of phone tag later (with various people) my mother knows something is not right with that man. Only 10+ years later and the mystery of this asshole is unraveling. It's so much fun. =)
It was free ice cream day on Saturday: I pretty much wanted to die. I was the fortunate one to get to work the long shift, so for 10 hours (nonstop, no break of course. That's Friendly's breakin' the law again!) I scooped like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately for me there was a tomorrow. The sad part about that was I had to go back to work. The GM has been avoiding me. I think he knows I'm going to ask for more money. What he doesn't know is that I'm not going to let this go.
I almost forgot the kicker to the story of my sister and her sad excuse for a husband: today is their 10th anniversary! Their disgustingly cute facebook statuses were just the most entertaining to watch today's events unfold. Today was also the anniversary of my grandmother's death. Six years, I can't believe it.
My sister and her ass of a husband make a combined $70,000 per year and are still flat broke. They have no loans, no major debt (besdies credit card because they bite off more they can chew), and yes, they have a child, and children are expensive to raise, but that is more than enough to live. I grew up in a family of 6 (4 kids, and my two parents) and my parents only made around $30,000. How the hell could they be in that much debt?! Everyone in my family has warned them about their spending and how it's going to bite them in the butt one day... enter this morning...
My mother gets a phone call (at the house), it's the happy couple's landlord! Turns out the landlord was contacted by a collection agency to find a way to get in touch with Mr. Asshole. The landlord, naturally concerned because they got a hold of her contact information, knew that my mom & I lived a few blocks away and her boyfriend has fixed appliances for her, tracked down the number to call my mom to see what's up. Many games of phone tag later (with various people) my mother knows something is not right with that man. Only 10+ years later and the mystery of this asshole is unraveling. It's so much fun. =)
It was free ice cream day on Saturday: I pretty much wanted to die. I was the fortunate one to get to work the long shift, so for 10 hours (nonstop, no break of course. That's Friendly's breakin' the law again!) I scooped like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately for me there was a tomorrow. The sad part about that was I had to go back to work. The GM has been avoiding me. I think he knows I'm going to ask for more money. What he doesn't know is that I'm not going to let this go.
I almost forgot the kicker to the story of my sister and her sad excuse for a husband: today is their 10th anniversary! Their disgustingly cute facebook statuses were just the most entertaining to watch today's events unfold. Today was also the anniversary of my grandmother's death. Six years, I can't believe it.