Oh guys! I am so sad right now. It’s ElvisWeek in Memphis and I am not there! There’s fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches to eat and I am not eating them! Lisa and I had so much fun last year that I wish I was there again. Maybe next year.
And if you think that’s a silly reason to be sad… how about learning mini-Cobra is only for those let go on or after July 10th? I was canned on July 8th. Two days make one heck of a difference. Hello Catastrophic Health Insurance! (And no, I do not qualify for regular Cobra because the company I worked for was teeny tiny).
No comment. Somehow I don’t think you’d appreciate universal healthcare.
I have a feeling I am going to be “flagged.”
Sadly I realize that Elvis, lying 6 feet under the Memphis soil…whose arteries are clogged with fried twinkies, moon pies, double fudge sundaes, biscuits, gravy, and Popeye’s fried chicken…earned more last year than I will earn in three lifetimes.