8 More Days! 8 More Days!
Husband Update - DH picked up our taxes this morning and was supposed to call and tell me the results. I’m going to make him take ‘excellent communication skills’ off his resume because of this conversation:
A: Did you get our taxes?
A: Did you get our taxes?
T: Yes. [pause] I don’t know how they got so messed up...
A: What do you mean?
T: Well, one is $3,100 and the other is $1,100.
A: WHAT?!?!?!?!?
T: Yeah, I know.
A: How do we owe that much?
T: No, I’m sorry. That’s what we’re getting back.
After my heart moved back into my chest and its rate returned to normal, I pointed out how fabulous it is to have this cushion in our finances, and give DH some breathing room in his job search, so if he has to be unemployed for awhile, its even more doable!
And a few hours later, he called to tell me he has yet another job interview on Monday. Wahoo!
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Last night was another rough night on the couch. Note to self: no more hot chocolate in the evenings! I had to sleep sitting up for several hours for fear my stomach would leak out my mouth. Oh, the indigestion!
The past few days, I have noticed an increase in contractions. They're still not frequent enough to time. But I get more than 1 or 2 a day. Still not painful, but definitely noticeable. That could mean they come before our scheduled section, or that my body is just doing its thing. More news later...
1 comment:
Mmmm, yes. Definitely should have started out the conversation with, "REFUND!!" What WAS he thinking?!?!
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