Maybe I shouldn’t rant about money anymore . . .or maybe I should. Not really thinking that people read my pitiful little posts I was surprised to find a $5 donation in my paypal account. I then received a note from dear ole sis telling me she had sent over money for t.p. Maybe its a good thing my hubby doesn’t read this blog; he probably wouldn’t be too pleased with me telling people I don’t have money for toilet tissue. Anyway now that I have toilet paper I can once again see that bright and shiny Friday. Aww Yes, payday is a coming.

This last week has reminded me of the olden days when we first wed. There was more than one time when the toilet paper roll and the pocket book emptied at the same time. I had forgotten those days. With the memories fresh in mind I had a minor anxiety attack yesterday afternoon. They are doing utility work down the road and for a good 5 minutes the electricity was off. The instant it flashed off I panicked. “Wait! Did I pay the bill? I’m sure I paid the bill! What if I didn’t? What will I do? I can’t go till Friday with no electricity.” I ran to my computer to check my account. Uhh Duh I need electricity to check my “electricity” account. While I knew it was paid the fact that I had been in a “poor” state of mind left me a bit crazy for a while. It came back on and I was instantly relieved and a little glad no one had been here to witness the event.

So Tuesday is almost done and Thursday will be past before we know it. I can’t really complain, I still have my house and my family and a toilet to flush that precious t.p. down.