No. 145 - Rolling In Doh!

Thanks, DinoD for letting me know about the pop-up ads that reveal themselves to those of you who access this blog directly. If you are reading this via Bloglines, you have the dubious honor of not having to click through Bravenet’s generous offer to allow pop-ups since I have pasted a MiniPoll to my site unless you decide to come in for a comment. They informed me that if I “upgrade” I will be able to shut off their pop-ups…because I’m sure that the amount of money I would be rolling in after my paltry take will certainly cover the upgrade. Pricks. So, no, I am not using the ad money to help pay for this upcoming IVF.

Mr. DD was having a momentary panic attack when he realized that not only were our monthly bills stacking up, but invoices in the 5 figures were showing up from all of the people who have completed their areas of expertise on the house. Do you know how hard it is to squeeze a written five-figure amount onto that little line of a blank check? I cannot write any smaller and my flourishes look a bit ridiculous in miniature. Instead of writing “twenty-five thousand, seven-hundred fifty-two”, I could write “you cock-sucker, roll-over shit and die” and no one could tell the difference. It would certainly give me more satisfaction.

In a week, we will need to come up with the cash for the retrieval and transfer, which was increased in 2006 by $400. There goes my dream for my fancy microwave. It’s all good, I suppose. Being around that kind of technology may turn any embryos into a mini Cerberus, and that can’t be good. I know I wanted to have another child, but one with that many mouths just means more lip I have to take when IT reaches preschooler age.


Personal factoid: The first time I got fired from a job, I was 18. The last time I was 25.