Apparently in the past I’ve been almost happy about the July bills. But not this month.
Today Marc went down to our insurance brokers and paid our van license, package policy, and house insurance. Wham. Bam. Thank-you, Mam. I know in the end we save by not doing the monthly payment thing, but it sure is a good way to make a girl feel poor. And why do these bills (well, all the bills) and our property tax, and everything go up and up every year?
Ugh… I’m going to bed.
And even if I don’t get a big cheque in the mail like I did in 2006, I can be glad that I actually have a bed to sleep on and enough money to pay all the bills.