I started a post about Ash Wednesday at work. I was writing it on scratch paper during lunch and then I left it there. I don't want to try to reconstruct it so I'll post it on Friday and we'll all just pretend like it's Ash Wednesday.
So first things first. I don't have cancer. I have atypical cells that were connected with suspicious-looking mole. There are more atypical cells still in my arm. They will have to be cut out later this month.
Second things second. I was going to make a joke about how I got food poisoning because the last post I wrote before I fell off the face of the planet was about my tendency to eat food that has been in the fridge too long. But I didn't really have food poisoning and then I waited too long and then it seemed wrong to joke about food poisoning when atypical cells were involved. Not wanting to invoke the wrath of bad joke karma (when your bad joke comes true), I decided to just be honest. This is more along the lines of what happened.
True story! And not just in my blogging life, but in everything. The only goal I made any headway on during the month of February was reading a bunch of books. I also took lots of long, hot baths. I wish that were one of my goals because I'd be 3/5 finished with it by now. Yep, read, bathe, age--that pretty much sums up my February. (Other than the most awesome trip to Savannah. But you don't have to take my word for it. Others think so, too.)
In "this is March and the first quarter of the year is almost over and we all should start freaking out about personal finance" news, Husband called our phone/internet provider today to negotiate a lower rate. He spent 45 minutes on the phone and we got our bill cut in half. Like $36 a month savings. And we get call waiting now, too. So all you have to do is call and say, "Yeah, I want to pay you less money and I think you should give me more services for it." And it works. Who knew?
