I've been up since 3 am to take DH to the airport for a funeral. Because of wise(r) decisions financially made in the last few months, we were able to swing his ticket. He is staying with his parents and using their car. Only expenses are if the baby needs more diapers (took the sposies in interest of space) and he might need a belt and/or shoes and any eating out and such they do as a family.
Well, because I've been up since 3, I don't have much energy for making lunch--and the oven is on the self-cleaning cycle for one more hour--I decided to order pizza. My son and I are gluten-intolerant. There is only one local place that has gluten free pizza that delivers. Well, I ordered the pizza (online) and then they call and tell me they do not deliver to my neighborhood. I canceled the order.
Well, because I've been up since 3, I don't have much energy for making lunch--and the oven is on the self-cleaning cycle for one more hour--I decided to order pizza. My son and I are gluten-intolerant. There is only one local place that has gluten free pizza that delivers. Well, I ordered the pizza (online) and then they call and tell me they do not deliver to my neighborhood. I canceled the order.
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"Tax for people who are bad with math." Of course, I tried to demonstrate this to the kids once and DS, OF COURSE, won money on *his* lottery ticket (and didn't pay for it in the first place).
