There’s More!
Last night when I got home from a heated round of Euchre (my partner and I went down, hard) there was a message from my financial planner on the answering machine. It went something like this: “Hi Kim, thanks for the holiday card, congratulations on the upcoming arrival…call me so we can meet to come up with a plan for the new arrival, etc. etc.” Basically he’s alluding to the fact that there’s MORE PLANNING involved in having this baby. I sort of forgot that we need a college fund and life insurance and all those other grown up things. Seriously. Along with cholesterol-lowering medication, this is the second grown up problem I’ve encountered this week. I don’t think I’m ready for it, but I don’t seem to have a choice.
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really, kim, if you want euchre lessons, all you have to do is ask.
really, kim, if you want euchre lessons, all you have to do is ask.
really, kim, if you want euchre lessons, all you have to do is ask.
ack! i spelled my own name wrong! serves me right, i guess.
but really, euchre lessons, call me.
ack! i spelled my own name wrong! serves me right, i guess.
but really, euchre lessons, call me.
ack! i spelled my own name wrong! serves me right, i guess.
but really, euchre lessons, call me.