You know, I’m okay, but damn if I’m not getting it from all sides right now. And, secretly, when I say I’m okay I’m thinking something else entirely.
I’m disappointed with the pictures I took in New York. I totally lost my photo mojo.
Today I paid almost four hundred dollars to find out that I owe ten times that in taxes. Then, I checked my bank account and realized that I have been using the WRONG debit card (we have two checking accts with debit cards and one is *just* for online purchases so that if anyone gets the info (has happened to me before) our main acct will be okay) while I was in New York, and at Trader Joe’s and to get gas. Yeah. So that was a few hundred bux in overdraft charges. I called the bank and told them what a complete dumbass I am and they took some off, but still, 70 dollars in fees there. I was using the wrong one because new ones came in the mail, and I put the wrong one in my wallet. Because I’m smooth like that. *sigh*
Tomorrow night I will go back to yoga and see if that knocks some of the bad mood out. Gwendomama sent me a link to this story about a tightrope yoga guy. I’m just waiting for the surfer yoga guy to make his debut. . .
Googling "yoga surfer" led me here. And, if I wasn’t kicking $4k to the government, I’d be ALL OVER that place. Damn.