Friday, April 4, 2014

Codes and Signs

Days have just been rough. There is so much going on, and it seems like any shit that can get thrown at me, does. It's not huge stuff. Everyone is healthy and doing well (knock wood). But a ton of tiny little things still weighs 2,000 pounds. 

My husband has a code that he uses for most things. Pins, some passwords, reminders. Different variations of that code show up pretty much everywhere. It's like his thing.

We did the walk through on Mom and Dad's new house today. The fence installer met us there and gave us a quote on the fence that my parents need for their dogs. It was double what we wanted to pay. Meanwhile, I got the taxes back from the accountant which are 3 times what they were last year. 

I feel like I can't make money fast enough. There is no break in this barrage of bullshit.

Anyway, I put my foot down and said that they were not spending that much on a fence. I told them to change the plans and ONLY fence in the back yard and not worry about the small sides of the house. I'm done getting taken for all that I've got because I don't have anything left.

They redrew the plan and the guy recalculated everything. He was super nice and was doing everything he could to organize it as inexpensively as possible. I let them work and walked outside to cool off and clear my head. I'm pretty sure it was a useless pursuit at that point, but I was bordering on being a total mess.

I walked back in to the house as the guy finishes crunching his numbers. He looks up and says, "Wow. This is way better."

The cost was less than half of the original price. 

And the exact number?

My husband's code. 

For whatever reason, that calmed me down immensely.

If we can keep trending in that direction, that would be swell.

As always, it's hip to be square, kids.

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