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Well. That was certainly less painful than anticipated. The foundation estimate came out to just a bit more than half of what I had expected. The best news is that it's the first estimate, so that amount is the absolute highest I'll have to pay. Any of the other companies that come back with something higher I'll just discard, and anything lower I'll take and pay even less.
See? My "expect the worst and you can only be pleasantly surprised" philosophy pays off yet again.
When I got home tonight there was a $20 bill stuck to the front of my refrigerator. Since I had to work and the foundation company only comes out during the week my dad came over to let them in. When I talked to him this morning I told him there wasn't much in my fridge but he was welcome to anything he could find. What this meant in my mind was: "I feel bad that you're having to meet this guy around lunchtime. I don't keep anything that's easy to snack on around the house. Pretty much everything edible requires actual cooking. There's some of that flavored water you like though, so at least grab a bottle of that."
Apparently, what my dad heard was: "I am so broke that I have no money for food. I will probably be nothing but a pile of bones and a pair of earrings by early next week. There might be some ketchup and water in the fridge. Please don't let my impending starvation dissuade you from indulging."
So yes, I come home to money on the fridge along with this note: Put this in your purse and use it if you need it. We worry when you don't have any money. Mom & Dad
Ah, it's so clear to me now where my overreaction gene came from. Not that I don't appreciate their concern, but they read just a bit more into my comment than they should have.
This morning I made our Disney reservations for next year. I went through AAA this time and saved a little over $650 for both rooms, three adult park hopper passes, and three dining plans. The AAA package also includes close-in parking, but with Mom's handicapped sticker we shouldn't need it. I knew I would save money using the AAA discount but I had no idea it would be quite that much. I'll definitely use their discount again when I go back to stay at the Beach Club (we're doing Port Orleans again this time since it's my parent's favorite).
I've been good about going to the club to work out this week. I really like working with the trainers, despite the fact that I suspect they're all barely-repressed sadists. I was concerned that when I started going back they would be too easy on me. HA. If by the end of your set you aren't grimacing in agony they add more weight. Heartless wenches. By the middle of next week I may resort to sobbing like a little girl in what will probably be a vain appeal for mercy. Thank god I have no pride.
Off to scrounge me up some dinner. At least, I will if there's any to be found in my apparently woefully understocked shelves.
See? My "expect the worst and you can only be pleasantly surprised" philosophy pays off yet again.
When I got home tonight there was a $20 bill stuck to the front of my refrigerator. Since I had to work and the foundation company only comes out during the week my dad came over to let them in. When I talked to him this morning I told him there wasn't much in my fridge but he was welcome to anything he could find. What this meant in my mind was: "I feel bad that you're having to meet this guy around lunchtime. I don't keep anything that's easy to snack on around the house. Pretty much everything edible requires actual cooking. There's some of that flavored water you like though, so at least grab a bottle of that."
Apparently, what my dad heard was: "I am so broke that I have no money for food. I will probably be nothing but a pile of bones and a pair of earrings by early next week. There might be some ketchup and water in the fridge. Please don't let my impending starvation dissuade you from indulging."
So yes, I come home to money on the fridge along with this note: Put this in your purse and use it if you need it. We worry when you don't have any money. Mom & Dad
Ah, it's so clear to me now where my overreaction gene came from. Not that I don't appreciate their concern, but they read just a bit more into my comment than they should have.
This morning I made our Disney reservations for next year. I went through AAA this time and saved a little over $650 for both rooms, three adult park hopper passes, and three dining plans. The AAA package also includes close-in parking, but with Mom's handicapped sticker we shouldn't need it. I knew I would save money using the AAA discount but I had no idea it would be quite that much. I'll definitely use their discount again when I go back to stay at the Beach Club (we're doing Port Orleans again this time since it's my parent's favorite).
I've been good about going to the club to work out this week. I really like working with the trainers, despite the fact that I suspect they're all barely-repressed sadists. I was concerned that when I started going back they would be too easy on me. HA. If by the end of your set you aren't grimacing in agony they add more weight. Heartless wenches. By the middle of next week I may resort to sobbing like a little girl in what will probably be a vain appeal for mercy. Thank god I have no pride.
Off to scrounge me up some dinner. At least, I will if there's any to be found in my apparently woefully understocked shelves.