As I grow older, my neuroses become more and more apparent to me. Apparently everyone else has known about them for quite some time.
Monday, January 4, 2010
~gasp~ a lot of #s
The insurance company denied my son's surgery. We had it pre-authorized, but since then they've reconsidered. The bill just arrived. I'm going to say that there were A LOT of numbers in that bill. Large ones, all strung together to make an even larger one.
Ok. The reason I'm telling you all this is that I just wanted to mention that I am starting to believe that the "goal towards not cussing" may not be attainable.
P.S.: Seriously, in the next envelope, a jury summons.