February 6, 2006
I swear to god, it's like people know when I'm planning on making a larger-than-usual payment to my credit card. It started out innocently enough -- I had to replace some work clothes so an extra hundred bucks got charged.
Then it turned out I'd used all 84 visits to the chiropractor. Time to pay for the next batch. Twenty-four visits times my copay adds up to a little under $500.
I've had the car for about 60,000 miles now, so it's time to replace the timing belt. I was expecting that to be expensive, since you wind that sucker through a lot of places.
... Except my rear brake shoes were almost worn through and their wheel cylinders were leaking. Tack another couple hundred bucks onto that bill. D'oh.
And there's a double-whammy that I just learned about on the drive home: In the closed-down restaurant on the corner of Old Centreville Rd they're building an IHOP. Because I wasn't spending enough money and packing on enough pounds already.
