Ouch... quit it! Ouch... quit it!
It hurts to type right now because I strained the hell out of my middle finger yesterday trying to save us from being aced against in volleyball. It was a fast serve, on a game that didn't count (we had already lost our two for the night), and it only hit my finger bending it back to the point where it snapped. No break; just a snap. But it still hurts like a mutha. And, of course, my job revolves around typing. Go fig, eh?
It just had to be my favorite finger on my dominant hand, didn't it?
Speaking of hurt, why do the Gods of Credit hate us so? Last month, Katie and I paid off all the outstanding projects that had been languishing on our Home Depot credit card. Gone. Done. Fini!
We were feeling good because the plan was to recarpet our bedroom after we return from San Francisco next month.
Now, however, we discover that we need to buy a new water heater. Grrr...
Reassure me that we're not the only ones this happens to. Tell me that someone else out there, when you either pay off a credit card or save up money for some big purchase, something happens to destroy that plan entirely. I hate to make you recall some bad memories of "wants that may have been," but I need some reassurance here.
