Dear Random Resident of Gilbert, AZ who stole or bought my debit card number,
I hope you enjoyed your $355.07 shopping spree to Ross, TJ Maxx, and Marshall's. I really appreciated getting a call from my bank's fraud department at 4:00 pm on a Friday about possible fraudulent charges on my account. And I appreciated having to leave work early--missing out on some of my hard earned overtime and making me late going home and thus getting stuck in traffic, so I could go to my bank and fill out fraud paperwork. Great way to spend a Friday afternoon. On the plus side, my bank won't pay for those charges. On the negative side, it could take up to 10 days for the charges to be completely reversed, which totally screwed my weekend plans (because, you know, they entailed spending money that my bank account now shows as unavailable). I even tried to nail your ass by calling one of the stores, where I suspect you bought a $100 gift card. My banker said he's done this before and the store cancelled the gift card, rendering it useless. But apparently, the Ross store doesn't mind being out $100, so I guess you win on that too. Luckily, according to the fraud department, you'd tried to spend another $200+ somewhere and it looks like you finally got denied, thank Jeebus! I hope it caused you at least a tiny bit of shame. Probably not, but I can hope. Now I find out that regardless of everything I did, the charges have actually CLEARED my bank anyway. Fantastic.
So thanks for ruining my weekend just a little bit. Oh, and I hope you get hit by a bus.
Bite me,
Melissa
Yeah so that happened. Fun times.
23 weeks pregnant! My fun food/baby size ticker is still saying baby is the size of a papaya, which is what it said last week. Lame. So I googled it and found a site that tells me baby is the size of a grapefruit this week. Night time is starting to get more uncomfortable, with my neck and back starting to complain more and of course the never ending trips to the bathroom! Baby boy likes to kick me in such a way that makes me feel like I need to "go" even when I don't. No flutters and gentle pokes for this girl! Nope, it's the old 80's version of Batman! BAM! POW! My belly is poking out and I'm carrying very high AGAIN. But I can safely say, I look pregnant and not just chubby :) I've also been condemned to grocery shopping from one of those old lady motorized carts, because for some reason Sunday mornings and the grocery store equals almost passing out. I think it's the heat, combined with everything I can possibly eat for breakfast not having enough protein or something in it. I feel stupid, looking (I think) younger than my 30 years, certainly not hugely pregnant yet, riding in a cart with no signs of injury, but I suppose it's better than actually passing out and the embarrassment that would bring! Plus then I can usually avoid feeling like a puddle of ick the rest of the day. Not that it stopped me from being a complete couch potato yesterday.
Doctor's appointment Wednesday! Shouldn't be too exciting, probably just a bp and heart rate check, plus scheduling the glucose tolerance test. Yum I can taste the orangey sweetness now! :-P
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