Dang it, guys. I’ve done it again—left this until the last minute so I have to rush. It’s my couch time, and something about sharing an extra-large bag of Boomchickapop sweet and salty kettle corn with Dave, laughing about a spam email from an extra-large-breasted woman with poor grammar, is a nice wind-down for the day.
I’ve been looking at signing up for the Silver Comet Half Marathon in October—on Halloween, actually. I read through the details last year, and the 75-degree temps and the super-flat course (an old railroad track) make me wonder if I could place in my age group. That thought came after I looked up my 5K time from two years ago and compared it to my current 29-minute time. Turns out, I would’ve taken second in my age group.
Oh my! I just got an email from PayPal with a credit of $335 from some court settlement. The details aren’t totally clear, but I’m fairly certain it’s real. A quick Google search showed a recent settlement involving PayPal and fraudulent practices from several years ago, and since I’ve been a user forever, I was probably included.
Speaking of money, we did our taxes yesterday. What used to be a stressful, panicky time of year… isn’t anymore. Thanks to Dave. He’s calm, a great problem-solver, and really sharp with this stuff. All I have to do is sit back and give him numbers as he plugs them in, and then—zingo—it’s off to the IRS. And because we’ve learned our lesson after a few years of underpaying and getting hit with surprise bills, we overpaid this time and are getting a refund.
Good job, us.
Three more sleeps until vacation, baby. That first night, we’re staying in an Airbnb with mini donkeys—a fun, slow-paced start before heading into Disney. I’ve been planning our first two park days at Magic Kingdom and Epcot, mapping out rides so we’re not backtracking, hitting the longest lines first, and slotting in air-conditioned shows when we need a break from the heat.
I even grabbed a cooler from next door—it’s as wide as the entire trunk. With my parents and brother coming, I’ll be able to spread out lunch meats, bread, milk, and everything else across three mini-fridges.
Well, Dave ditched me. The Kraken game was a bust, and it’s late. I better follow him so I can get some good sleep too.
Oh—and my neck bump is an enlarged lymph node. The shape isn’t concerning, especially without other abnormalities. I’m thinking I’ll monitor it for growth, maybe get a rescan next year, or ask for a referral to an ENT just to be thorough. A biopsy could fully rule things out, but for now, I’m feeling good about the results.
Thanks for stopping by.
Night! Love, Jaclynn
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