In fact, we made so little this year that we qualified for that Working Families Tax Credit gizmo.
Which -- good shit, that's all I have to say.
No wonder I can't afford to buy shoes.
And -- here's the really bad news -- Dr. Skull (that's his official new blog name) needs a root canal and a crown. Which dentists in Fuck Smith want the money for that up front, of course. Our insurance (we do have dental insurance, but it sucks) covers some fragment of it -- about half of the first $1200, as I recall, and then nothing after that. There's a yearly $1200 cap on dental with our charming insurance.
But! Good news! I don't actually like shoes!
Surely tomorrow will be a better day.