it's a sad, sad day when you look at the ol bank account and realize you are broke. not just kinda broke like you might have to put off buying the pair of shoes you really wanted until next month, but the kind of broke where you are wondering how long you can go just eating the contents of your fridge and cabinets before you will have to go grocery shopping again.
not sure how this happened. how it all crept on up me. i'm sure it was somewhere between delta and american airlines. it always happens there - my weakness. well, that and my 8.5 month old bundle of joy. all worth it if that's the case.
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