Da Bombshell

I want a $499 (or more) Apple iPad.  No longer do I simply desire an iPhone.  I want the motherlode.

Speaking of mothers, mine has an obsession with small technology gadgets also.  We want tiny things that go beep and light up and store factlets about our busy lives.

 Steve Jobs and the iPad Intro in Jan. of 2010

Blatant promotion for Apple, so I expect a check in the mail, Steve.

Speaking of checks...our appointment with the tax accountant is inn 3 hours and hubby is searching frantically through our paperwork.  We hope to get a nice refund to augment the check we AREN'T getting from the family member who embezzled from us.

We need more money more money more money.  We have NOTHING in savings, and we need a basement finished, a garage, a sun porch and a deck built.  Hmmmmmmmm.  Dreams.  We have dreams.

We also have bills.  Medical bills resulted in a hike in premiums for the little guy.  Figures, fucking insurance companies and big business that rules the world.

OK.  I am a consumer and I am a bitcher.  I can have it my way.