Good grief. Had a bill due to be paid online at 3pm, and the mail brought money with it. At 2:15pm. Could we cut it closer, please? I got in oldest daughter's truck to take it to the bank (thankfully there was a vehicle here to take), had to hit the brakes as I was clipping along on one of the busiest streets, because the car in front of me decided to suddenly let someone facing our direction in the turn lane cross over 3 lanes to get to a store. I promise there couldn't have been more than 1" between me and their bumper when I finally stopped. Then there was a train. Then the ATM was closed and I had to go into the bank dressed like a bag lady. Could it get any better than this? Tell me. Could it?
Then had to race home to get online to pay the bill, being leery of making the payment before the money was accounted for in the bank, but probably could've done the paying before the dashing out.
Is it time to quit, yet?
Here's the deal. When a person (or in this case, couple) prays and prays and is in God's face, the evil one is shoving his fat face in the way. Trying to cause you to fail, attempting to cause accidents, and in our case, messing up miserably. Not sure why our finances are so screwed up, but it is what it is. Living on the edge has never been more aggravating, though.
And, yes, not wanting to appear ungrateful, but the time crunch here really wasn't my favorite thing. Don't want to leave with you thinking I'm a stinker. Okay, I'm a stinker, but rushing around at the last minute sort of got under my skin. Thankful, yes. Annoyed, okay, yes to that too. But really, very thankful for God's provision. Btw, now the time is 2:57pm. Phew. Yes, I had to blog as soon as the dust settled. Whatever is blogging for if not for a rant now and again?
{and current egg count is at 16}
