Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Handbags and Glad Rags

It's my day off and I'm never up before 10:30, but I had a call before eight saying that I had to pony up $555 so my used car-- valued at approximately $3,000-- doesn't...  I don't know what it might do, other than that I have a chronic fear of breaking down on the interstate.  So anyway I told the guy to get on with it and now I can't go back to sleep.

I have the money, but it was earmarked for our baby-drug fund, held in my bank account in car-repair escrow till we knew what this would run me.  I'm getting a tax refund, and it's going there, too.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Having fun trying

One thing that straight couples can claim and that we cannot is that, when struggling to conceive, they're having fun trying.  I don't know how we're supposed to have fun trying, since there's nothing that discourages sex like inserting a syringe into your partner's vagina.  It's never been a silver lining for us.

Monday, January 2, 2012

New Year's fireworks

It's Monday night, just after New Year's, and I'm sitting in the kitchen waiting for brownies to cool, drinking my Cherry Coke Zero, and live-chatting with a lady from AT&T to find out why they're making it so difficult to transfer my cell number.  She's very pleasant.

Baking cookies and brownies, setting up my own wireless account-- I'm a grown-up, right?  But the brownies came from a mix, and the cookies, made from scratch, have the old-lady name of "oatmeal scotchies."  The live chat business is the result of a) leaving my parents' family plan, per my dad's suggestion that it would be good to have my own account in case they "move or die," and b) his subsequent reluctance to give AT&T his Social Security number to authorize the transfer.  That part makes me feel like a kid.  I can't even get an iPhone without my dad's disapproving help.  Goddamn.