At least I'm consistant

Even though you're expected to remember everything little thing I say I understand if sometimes that's not easy. I say so many clever, insightful and funny things that it can be hard to keep track. Let me refresh your memories about one thing I've said many times over the years. Well, more like griped about...

Every time I try to save some money to either get a tattoo (or a more intimate piercing) or take a trip, or make some sort of major purchase crazy unexpected nonsense will come out of the blue and derail my plans. It happens almost any time I put some serious thought into a plan but it always happens without fail if money is involved.

I finally got a letter from the state tax department saying that my refund was gonna be a bit bigger than expected because I did something wrong on my federal return, and since that refund would be bigger so would the one from the state. Like, close to $500. Then my check comes and it's only for $18 because the larger federal return was just big enough to push me over into owing the state. Or something. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell.

Fine, whatever. I really want a certain piercing so I'll just get it out of my next paycheck. I got Tippy spayed, got two new tires (yesterday morning no less), got a booster box, fat pack, and all five starter decks for the new 2012 Magic Core Set. Next payday was free and clear - just like the back window of my car after I completely shattered it yesterday afternoon.

I was backing out of my parking spot in a very small lot when another car whipped in right beside me. Also, there was a large crane truck parked in the lot. I knew the truck was there, was keeping my one eye on it in my side mirror and the other eye on the dude pulling in. What I failed to take into account was that the bed of the truck was high enough that the rear end of my car went right under it easy as pie. And then the corner of the truck bed reminded me we live in a three dimensional world. The window didn't just crack. It completely shattered and all the pieces are scattered around my backseat.

I made sure the truck was fine and then I just drove on to work 'cause what else could I do? I called dad and asked him to start looking for me a new window. He found one but we can't get it until Monday. After I got off the phone with dad I was pulling up to a stop light and I started to get angry. Not just pissed at the universe being out to get me or my shitty luck, or even mad at myself for being careless but more like I went from Zero to insanely furious in 0.2 seconds. And then I hit the brake for the stop light and it jarred loose more pieces of glass that fell and tinkled all over the back seat. I just started laughing and kept laughing until the light turned green. After I got to work we had a torrential downpour.

I'm feeling a bit grumpier than usual today.