Fate is a stingy bastard

We must have ripped somebody off in a former life or something, because lately we can’t seem to catch a break, monetarily speaking. Get a $300 housewarming check from Mr. Squab’s crazy-generous grandma? OK, then you’ll have a $300 plumbing bill the next week. And remember how I said one of our cars broke down? Yeah, well, $1000 later, it’s fixed – almost the exact amount of our rental deposit refund check that we just this week got in the mail. I mean, I guess I should be grateful that the money for those things isn’t coming straight out of our checking account, but geez, it sucks to have to use “windfall” money for crap like plumbing and car repairs. Blech.