Sooo.... today when I woke up. I had enough money. And now as I am about to fall into sleep... I am broke. What changed, you ask. Let me explain.

My dad had a problem with our phone service, so we made a quick stop by the Verizon store before lunch with my grandmother. As we walked in, a man quite freakishly resembling Barack Obama, approached us and asked how he could help. My father gave him all our information, and soon after he pulled up our account, and his first mistake, he mentioned that my line was due for an upgrade. You know me, I love my upgrades. So as my dad rolled his eyes, and continued on with his business, I casually meandered over to the phone display and began to look at all the shinny new telephones. Mesmerized by one, I picked it up and began to mentally tabulate my finances in my head, and decided that yes, I needed this phone. NEEDED. Second mistake.

We left the store, and all through the day, all that kept running through my mind was the phone, sitting all alone back at the Verizon store. So... after thinking it trough, (or so I thought...) we made another stop at the store, where I purchased my dream phone. Ok, so maybe it's not my dream phone... by dangit... it's close.

Upon arriving home, I realize that I had less money than anticipated, and a voicemail. I checked the voicemail, only to discover that my truck, my beautiful David, needs a new air filter, and a new serpintine belt, which according to Don the Meinike man, is going to cost me $125. Almost as much as I paid for my new phone, and entirely more than I have in my bank account at the present time. Also discovered this afternoon, the tags on my truck expire this month. Hello, Arizona registration, emissions test, and new plates. I'm afraid to know how much that is going to cost me.

In closing, I would like to remind you that my birthday is in a little over a month, and I am currently accepting donations, cash gifts, or free automotive labor as an early birthday gift.

But oh, how I do love my phone.....