The tax man

Mr. Husband did our taxes yesterday. We are getting a shitload back. I mean a shitload.

I'm really excited because we need about five to six shitloads to help out. This is definitely a good start.

We were talking about what we wanted to do with the money. It's sad how fast a shitload can be spent. Especially when it's spent on just paying bills.

We are going to be crazy and buy a mattress. I'm so flippin excited. My back hurts from trying not to fall into the middle. That's what happens when you started out with a used mattress that you bought from your gay ex-roommate and than Mr. Husband sleeps on it for six-seven years. (I only add the gay part because it makes a good story.)

Don't start asking to borrow money from me yet. Even with the shitload, I had to raid my piggy bank this morning to pay off a debt of $2. That's how fast I can spend a shitload.

I just hope that the person isn't offended that I'm paying them back in quarters. She better not care because it was almost paid back in pennies.