Chaely Sleeps Forever

I had an interesting conversation with a local party store owner about how debit/credit cards make life as a store owner easier than cash transactions. I pointed out that as handy as they are, our society still NEEDS cash money as an option. When he challenged me as to why that may be the case, I pointed out that we can’t do away with cash until strippers find a way to install credit card swipey things between their buttcheeks.

Judging by the way he contorted his face at that comment I would say that he was probably not amused, and requested that I stop reminding him where all of those small bills come from before they end up in his hands. “I already deal with a lot of bums all day long,” he said.

Fulfilling my need to always get the last word in, I replied, “Oh, right - the bums will need to install credit card swipers, too!”

• Car dealership never called me back to schedule the one repair I agreed to last week. I have to go in tomorrow and demand my $120 deposit for the part back & find somewhere else to have my car fixed.
• The broken car situation, paired with the SNOW EVERYWHERE IN OCTOBER situation & being sick for the last week has caused me to cancel my mini vacation to Minneapolis next week.
• Electric toothbrush stopped working for some reason. Charging light still comes on, but no buzzy sounds come out.
• Broken 2 year old hair straightener miraculously started working after I already purchased a new one.
• Two words: Jury duty. Date still unclear. Practicing my lunatic tirade to hopefully have myself dismissed.
• My brand new phone decided recently that I’m not allowed any phone calls over 3-5 minutes. At that point the person on the other end loses the ability to hear me. It took me 35 minutes to book a doctor’s appointment Tuesday because I had to do it in 2 minute increments.
• I ordered some super engineered Italian Ferarri bra from Victoria’s Secret and it’s the 2nd most uncomfortable one I’ve ever tried on in my life, so that’s going back. Turns out that it was too much technology or something. I hate returning things to them because they charge like $7 for shipping in each direction. That’s right, $14 shipping on a $24 bra that I only wore for 10 minutes.
• Rob discovered that someone “dug around” in his truck while it was parked in our driveway. Now I’m worried about weirdos being that close to my house and I nearly had a heart attack the other day when a squirrel decided to play on the window ledge while I was upstairs putting clothes on. Would it be weird to tape little death threats all over the porch/yard/garage/cars?