Fat out of the Fire
Once again, the mother_unit is pulling my figurative fat out of the figurative fire. As each month came ambling by, Aunt Tudi and I have been getting further and further behind because it's just not possible for two people to live on a tiny disability check. We had to go to the mother_unit to see if she could help with some of my doctors' bills, so they would continue to see me, and my prescriptions, among many other things. She was kind enough to help, no problem! She's so laid back about it. I owe her so much, it's just not even funny how much I owe her! By the time I'm approved for my disability (that is, if I'm approved), the first thing I'm going to do is send a big blob of fundage in the mother_unit's general direction...along with a fuckton load of the Smooches of Gratitude.