That Even Steven is such a prankster! Just when you think he's got your finances evened out, HE KEEPS ON GOING LIKE THE ENERGIZER BUNNY!
I have trouble deciding if I'm being rewarded, or being punished by Even Steven. If only he'd send a note to explain.
Let the record show that I consider my Even Steven money to be MY money. Not to be applied all willy-nilly to household expenses, unless we really need to dip into it, and unless Farmer H also contributes from his personal stash of Storage Unit money. I don't see why my hobby income should foot a bill while he gets to hoard his own profits. But it's uncanny how I win an amount, and then suddenly an outlay of nearly the same expense is required.
Anyhoo... it's just like Even Steven can't help himself. I really need to keep a tally. The farthest back I remember right now is my casino win a few weeks ago, plus a couple hundred on scratchers that evening. But then Farmer H took a 4-day, 3-night trip to visit Genius in Pittsburgh, incurring gas/food/lodging expenses. Then I had my $500 winning lottery ticket. But we decided to pay the 3 years of delinquent property taxes for someone. And within the past few days, both Farmer H and I received bills for long-ago medical procedures.
I'm looking forward to another hefty win on scratchers. It's part of the cycle of Even Steven.
Eventually, I'll reveal my IRE at one of these expenses. Not quite ready yet.
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Bills for long-ago medical procedures? That sounds a bit suspect. I suggest you hunt around for the receipts to show you've already paid them. Unless you didn't pay.
Oooh. Ire set aside to bubble and fester...
I can't wait. But, I guess I will have to.
River,
Oh, it's suspect, baby! Everything that was billed was paid. Yet this is not a double-billing... let that be a riddle for you.
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Sioux,
Festering like a shard of wood jammed up inside a mule's leg on The Incredible Dr. Pol! Yes. You will have to wait.
My secret pleasuers include petting my grudges and watching them grow.
Kathy,
I prefer to have the weapons to dispose of mine quickly, and bury them deeply. Alas, it's so hard to find good weapons these days. You think the root of the ire has been dispatched, and then it returns to bite you on the rumpus.
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