I was bitching last year because my mother-in-law usually buys all the women in the family a nice weekly desk calendar, and she hadn't last year. And apparently it got back to her that we'd complained, so I got one this year, yay! Way to be ungrateful, I know, but she seemed tickled that we'd liked them and missed them. Anyway, today I have the task I enjoy of going through the year and penciling in all the things I know about in advance. I have lots of electronic ways to keep tabs too, but sometimes I just need to look at a piece of paper.

I keep meaning to post. I got a Hobbit cup at the theater when we saw Wreck It Ralph. Just a large promo cup with pictures if anyone wants.

Oh, Matt, that's terrible. I'm so sorry.

I don't want one, though! I really really don't want one. But I feel like I'm up against a wall, and this is the only paddle within reach.

Well, of course you don't have to get it. But if no one has any better ideas....? It's a trial before the Big Installation, right? That seems worth doing to me. From outside your body/life/self, obviously.

she seemed tickled that we'd liked them and missed them.

Sometimes it's hard to know what's a rut and what's a tradition, you know?

And Matt, I'm so sad for your family.

Matt, your family is in my thoughts.

Apparently insurance has "approved" the neurostimulator trial.

Hey, definitely a start. But I agree that i hate when you don't know how much things will cost. Or, say, when you are filling out your FSA paperwork, because work sent a handy "the deadline is 2/28!" email this morning, and the dentist info seems to be saying that you paid some random amount of $163.84, but still owe $350 or something, but maybe insurance will cover that, or maybe all but $20 or something?? Seriously weird. Luckily, with that and a couple of prescription receipts, I"ve covered the $250 I put in this year. Next year, I put in the max. And will immediately spend it.

Matt - my condolences. What a sad loss.

Man, so I hate when you've been banging your head against your side of a task because you're pretty sure that someone messed up somewhere and it was probably you, and then, like six months later, you discover it really wasn't on your side at all and if you'd just made a simple phone call you could have cleared it all up months ago.

Now admittedly, I should be pissy at their side, but since they were all so nice and apologetic when I finally did call, I'm placated, and anyway, account moving forward now, sheesh!

Matt, I'm so sorry.