TGIF

Ever notice that the last day of a cold is somehow worse? I'm at that wretched stage of trying to get the rest of the crap out of my system. Yuck!

It appears somewhat official - the military pay system is showing us as receiving a half paycheck next week. Looks like DFAS/MyPal has reversed this. Thankfully, as ironic as that sounds, Navy Federal Credit Union is going to spot every military family their entire paycheck April 15th.

The rest of their offerings seem a bit cynical - overdraft protection, personal loans at certificate +2%, expediting credit line increases, etc. So basically, they are offering their regular credit products quicker. Phbbllllttt! Oh and if you have loans with NFCU, as we do, you need to call your branch to discuss. Gee, thanks - just freezing those loans would have been the very best thing they could do for military families instead of forcing each and every military family to call and grovel. *eye roll* I expect massive delays trying to get through to the branches.

The Commissaries will be closing, but the Exchanges will remain open. So no groceries, but you can still get porn, alcohol and cigarettes. Gee, thanks. I expect the spousal abuse rates in the military, already higher than the civilian world, to skyrocket.

I am completely disgusted with the Republican Congressmen who are trying to use the budget process to overthrow federal & state laws, and the decision the Supreme Court so they can deny the right of a woman to chose her own reproductive legacy. Its not going to work, its entirely political grandstanding. Stop playing politics with our paychecks, assholes!

TGIF, Part 2

Given the unexpectedly gorgeous day here on Whidbey, the motorcycles were out in force including a dear friend from the Mainland. I drove into town to meet up for coffee and convo. Its always nice to have friends with shared interests on the Island.

Dinner with Kevin at Zorba's, as per our usual Friday ritual. He's loaning me a space heater to warm up the house until warmer weather sets in. Looks like I'm gonna be dogsitting the BooBoo for a few weeks later this month. Woot-woot. Booboo-age! (Because Boobage has other connotations!)

Came home to find Doodle chewing on something. Thinking it was a piece of firewood he wanted to exchange for a carrot, I asked him to give it up and he refused. Which is really not like our Doodle. He's surprisingly generous about giving up his treasures, though likely putting up with Gracie constantly stealing his toys has made him resigned. When I knelt down to pry apart his long lips, I saw a pair of rodent teeth. I really do draw the line at dead varmint chew toys, folks. I truly do. Not knowing what else to do, I'm afraid I did what I generally do with Doodle - distract him by taking him outside in the backyard for a walk in the hopes he'd drop the corpse somewhere. And it worked. I am either a genius or a coward. Possibly both.

*shudder*