Well, my taxes are done for another year. For the life of me I can’t figure out why I have to pay but I do. So I will pay and be done with it. It really doesn’t make sense though because my husband retired last year and had no income, not even his pension. A family of four living on what I make should not have to pay but apparently I do. Fuckers.
I picked up my Hormone Replacement Therapy today. I didn’t say in the last post that it is bio-identical hormones. My mom literally made my promise on her death bed that I would not take hormones, meaning Premarin. She was convinced, as was I, that it contributed to her Ovarian cancer and death. But how can you prove this?
Get this. This is how I can prove once and for all that Norbert is EVIL. My son had a small aquarium of sea monkeys. Norbert, the bastard, knocked them over and now they are all dead. I almost cried. I’m not kidding. I felt sick when I found out because they would have suffered. They are not “just sea monkeys” to me. They are a living things. Poor defenseless sea monkeys. ~sigh~
I have a mammogram next week. That is always fun. Smooshing yourself up to a machine that flattens your boobs like pita bread. It would be better if your face wasn’t 1 inch away from the flattened pita that is your breast but it is one inch away and all you can think is, “What the fuck?”