Keep on Turnin….

This morning was the morning I was going to wake up and check my banking account and see this HUGE amount sitting in there, smiling at me. I was going to get pee pee tingles as I counted in my head all the bills I would pay with this HUGE amount of money. I was going to have to take a anxiety pill because of the monthly payment I would have to pay for having this in my account. I was also going to do this “I got my loan money” dance.
I was going to call the car company and say, “IN YOUR FACE BIZ-NATCH!” and pay those guys off.
I was then going to call the Student Loan people and say, “Take this money, the degree wasn’t worth it…NOW STOP CALLING ME!”
I was going to call the hospital and say, “Sorry it took so long. Thank you for fixing my daughter’s broken arm over a year ago.”
I was going to get to pay back all those people that helped me in the past.
I was going to mail the toe socks to Shelli.
I was going to go buy me a $9.00 ring at Ross!

The money; It’s not there yet. I use the word ‘yet’ cautiously, because I don’t know how this works…if I sign the papers they can’t change their minds can they?

So I sit here, waiting for the hot loan guy to call me back. I didn’t just type ‘hot’ did I? I did.
It’s okay, I won’t leave Shaun for the hot loan guy because hot loan guy is a Niner Fan and his shoes might have cost more than my whole house.
Hot loan guy is now treating me like his bitch. LEAVING ME SITTING BY THE PHONE, WAITING FOR HIS CALL.
Wait…let me work through this…I’m waiting by the phone and I may or may not get money out of this….nope, i’m not his bitch.

I’m either his wife or his hooker.