Today in the mail I opened my Columbia Gas bill to discover I have a $64 credit and that I don’t have to make a payment in December. Yes!
Then I opened a certified letter from the IRS (those usually bring good news or a check, right?) telling me that I made a mistake on my 2007 return and I owe them $2,000.
God Bless America!
So I spent some time on the phone with the IRS, and now my sister is coming up next week at Thanksgiving to help me refile some stuff, and OH MY GOD MY LIFE IS HARD AND TERRIBLE AND PROBLEMS PROBLEMS PROBLEMS.
Do you ever have a day like that? Like woe is me and my miserable life and this stupid shot glass that murdered my garbage disposal in cold blood and this stupid bill that I have to pay and this silly child that has Sharpied eyeshadow onto her eyelids and that’s never coming off and oh, yeah, woe is me because my husband is absolutely incapable of placing dirty clothes in the hamper and instead places them on the floor NEXT TO the hamper because I’m pretty sure he wants me to smother him in his sleep with a pillow and woe is me because my car died and woe is me because this traffic sucks balls and the Steelers lost and woe is me because woe woe woe!
Sharpie eyeshadow? Meh.
$2,000 to the IRS? I can deal.
This is a local mom, living through hell and Burghers, if I can convince you to just go there and leave her a little comment. A virtual hug. A prayer. ANYTHING because this is Pittsburgh and we support our people and we rally around them and here’s a woman who deserves every good thing we can send her way to show her that she’s not alone and that we’re all pulling for her to somehow make sense of her tragedy in a way that will let her live the rest of her life the best that she can.
Some things, they just don’t make sense. They just ARE. And this just IS and it’s heartbreaking.
(h/t Facie who noticed the pigeon-themed post on the site)