Our AC blew last night. Or rather, some coil that makes the AC work.
When he said it was the coil instead of the main AC, I got excited thinking, oh, a couple hundred bucks.
I feel almost sorry for my reaction when he told me it would be $1230.
I even used the word "freaking." (My neighbor once asked me if Christians used the word freaking trying to catch me in sin. I told him that all the Christians I knew were still sinners, so probably. Now we know it for a fact.)
I was nice to the guy. Sort of. In the exasperated, I-can't-believe-this-you-wouldn't-believe-what-we've-had-to-shell-out-this-week kind of way.
I told Hubs I feel like Job. I don't want to curse God and die, but I may want to curse Dave Ramsey.
See what good an emergency fund does ya? You have EMERGENCIES!
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