The fact that I’ve voluntarily eaten oatmeal for two consecutive mornings is far more indicative of an impending apocalypse.
This morning’s OCD moment is brought to you by Big G: “Mom, I need you to get the crust off the waffle but not any of the holes, because I might want to eat those.”
And a spending update: I spent $6 yesterday because I forgot to take lunch to work. The Mongolian Beef was totally worth it, though. Today I’m getting a haircut, and I defy you to tell me that’s an unnecessary expenditure. Go ahead. Try it. I will cut you.
FYI: Last night I was going to write a scathing post about Medicaid, but I fell asleep on the couch. Obviously I was overcome by my feelings. Here’s a preview: stop whining.
Okay, then. End of pointless post. You may now return to your regularly scheduled Friday.