We have been faithfully scrimping and saving all month, doggedly attacking some dream-crushing debt and being strong and proud in our resolve. Then I went to the dentist for some excruciating and crucial to chewing work...and there went $600. Which is just the beginning of the crucial excruciating work to be done and I do have insurance, but that doesn't seem to matter. Then we did our taxes and because AH was a contractor part of the year and then got hired, there were two different tax levels and ha ha - we seem to owe $4000. Which is just about the amount of his yearly bonus which was meant to be thrown at the dream-crushing debt. Everyone has money troubles: these are not the worst of them by any stretch. But universe, I am deathly, bone-wearily tired of the whole One Step Forward, Two Steps Back nonsense. Also, I have noticed something curious. When you are scrimping on little things and giant bills come out of nowhere, it is so much harder to say "No coffee from the coffee shop" or "only $50 in groceries a week, okay?" I kinda just want to toss that $2 coffee on to the burning pile of money that I've just shipped to the dentist. This is also known as the "why is there a giant flat screen TV in some mobile homes" syndrome, I think.In short, I would like Mitt Romney's tax rate and a toothpaste models teeth. The end.
In other non-news, I watched Catfish last night and couldn't stop using the word "douchebag" in regards to the character Nev. The whole scenario was completely implausible and let me say it again - he was a douchebag. I never use that word but when my secret TV love (shhh-The New Girl - don't judge!) used it repeatedly the other evening it seemed the only fitting word for use with Catfish.
Okay, off to track my spending on Mint where I will have unclassified entries for $4000 and the message that I have exceeded my monthly budget on Coffee Shops (+2 dollars)