Have I angered that Powerball Gods? And how do I fix that?

It's officially Day 14 of my second visit with TOM this month and I haven't killed anyone yet.

Yet.

I think that deserves a cupcake. Or maybe a cupcake shaped head of cabbage. That would be better for my fat ass.

This TOM insanity is becoming my norm and I don't think I like it.

Enough about that though.

I've been dealing with some money stress this week. I won't go into specifics, but things have been pretty stressful. Crying in the shower because I don't know what else to do stressful.

I think we've got things worked out and we finally feel hopeful for the first time in a very long time. That's a good thing.

I still don't feel comfortable buying name brand cheese without a coupon, but that's okay. Cheez is just as tasty as cheese. And it's neon. Who doesn't like dairy (ish) products that double as lighting?!

Puppy kickers. That's who.

Anyway, it's all going to work out and that's okay. Even if it doesn't, I have MB by my side. I'm pretty sure we'll be happy in a cardboard box eating rise and beens by cheez-light while sipping kola. You know, if it comes to that.

I wonder if the pup would prefer chik'n pureena or beeph.

I kinda feel like I've written this before. Or something very much like it. I'm too lazy to go into my old posts and look though. If you're reading this and it feels like deja vu, just go with it. Pretend you're high and it'll be fun.

I'll even share my doreedos with you when you get the munchies.

You're welcome.