Went to bed last night thinking, "Hey, it is payday tomorrow!" A warm fuzzy feeling settled in my heart just knowing that it was Payday Eve In the morning my pockets would be lined with cash once more.
This was an especially comforting realization after a stress-filled two weeks which involved shelling out almost $1000 in vet bills. That $1000 bucks should have gone towards paying bills, fixing the brakes on my car, etc. BUT NOOOOOO...it was sucked away in vet bills as Tilly developed a rather nasty bacterial infection that resulted in dog poop and vomit everywhere.
So I was busy mentally celebrating the fact it was payday. Practically counting the money in my head. It was a lovely celebration...it really was. Then my coworker burst my bubble...it is NOT payday this week. Sucks to be me.
~GROAN~
How could I have mixed that up????
