Yeah, alright. This post contains a damn lie.
I was only glad I cheaped out on the rental coverage for about ten minutes. Then I spent twice what a rental would have cost me yesterday to bribe a good friend into taking me to work for four whole hours. In a tornado. Because hotels with rooftop pooldecks and lobby bars are WHERE IT'S AT during a natural disaster. I'm a friggin' idiot good employee. No, I didn't EVEN break even. But I kept my shitty job.
In thanks they scheduled me for a princely seven hours THE ENTIRE REST OF THE WEEK.
Then I spent three times what I made yesterday recreating Hotter's and my first date as a married couple. We had fun. Then we came home and he'd kind of forgotten about the limb that's down and blocking half the driveway, and rediscovered that it'd obliterated his prized rosebush.
I...can't even. I'm sad. and tired, and it's supposed to storm again. I wish I was in Hawaii, and it's not even Monday yet.