The universe heard that we were finally scheduling my husband's top surgery, and came up with a whole parade of ridiculous expenses. wtf.

A few hundred on his car, and then another few hundred on his car.

And mine has started shaking.

And then another hundred for registration on his car.

And then costs for a sleep study and for a CPAP machine...

And now his transmission has started overheating. WHich will probably cost more than the car is worth, yay.

Holy fuck, universe, stop.

I don't think we're gonna get to go to the horror con this year.

but, like, also, he's worked over 15 years for this??? so FUCK YOU, it's happening

augh!

good for him and screw the universe in its ear.\