NEW DAY; NEW DIET

This is the day.  The day of the month where if I weren’t on medication, I’d spend the entirety curled up in a ball on the bed mainlining macaroni and cheese.  Ugh.  (And, of course, the very knowledge of the existence of “Fred” means that I now feel the pain 10-fold.)  This is also the day where I totally misunderstand everything that comes out of my bosses mouth.  Mmmm-hmmm.  To the point where I just had to stuff a Jolly Rancher in my gob and call it a day rather than get into it with her as to whether or not she told me to do something or implied that I should do something.  (The latter, of course, being too complicated for my hormone-addled brain to figure out.)  It’s not just her, though, because when Husband answered an email with , “Yes”, I had to go back to him and state, “Yes, What?”  Because in my head I had asked him about four questions and in reality I had only asked one.

Oh, well!

Good things are happening.  Really.   To people who really, really deserve it.  And that makes me happy.

Speaking of happy… the whole clan is moseying over to the high school tomorrow night to watch my Boy get an award.  I don’t know what it’s for, but it seems like kind of a big deal.  I’m all tickled.  Better than that, he’s tickled! 

I was trolling the internet looking at mortgage rates.  I think it might be time to put the petal to the metal and refinance.  We’ve got this weird home equity loan that we need to wrap into our mortgage payment before too much longer or there will be a ginormous balloon payment due.  Can’t deal.  So we’ve been puttering around waiting for the rate to drop.  But the rate isn’t dropping nearly as fast as the value of our home, so I think now is the time.  One bank had a suggestion of a lower interest rate than what we’re paying now, with a payment just slightly higher, and a much shorter term.  That seems pretty attractive right now.  The only problem is if the payment continues to rise each year, like it has been, we’ll be screwed.

And, yes, I just realized that using the word mortgage has made a spam-magnet.

Oh, look.  Time to go sleep and eat.