Okay, I'll start off with something good. I'm still looking for guest bloggers for March 13th through the 20th. So far I've filled Tuesday the 16th and Friday the 19th but all other days are open. If you'd like to guest blog on After 'I Do' please email me at K.J.Hartenstein@gmail.com.
Next, I am SO angry with Wells Fargo right now I could scream. They have messed up my account so bad and they keep promising that it will get fixed and it never is. This past week they finally put the money back into my account that they owed me and promised that Direct Deposit Advance, which is causing all my issues, would be taken off. And then I check today and my account is NEGATIVE. Ugh. I'm so frustrated. And the branch won't do anything about it so I keep having to call these people and threaten. And I was going to CLOSE the account tomorrow and now I can't because they need to put my money back. Again. UGH. I HATE them. And I totally reported them to the BBB.
Lets see if Dustin can cheer me up...
Anyway, we had one such RF Days that will always stand out in my mind. If I remember correctly, we pre-drank at home before heading downtown. We were going down there with my friend Lewann and Dustin's cousin Shawn, who we lived with at the time. We did out drinking, walked downtown and just kind of hung out drinking
Walking back was the entertaining part. I think I was probably the most sober of the group and that's not saying much. Dustin, being the insane person he is, decided that he had to pee. And he could not wait till he got home. And Dustin, being a boy, can pretty much pee anywhere.
Well, then Dustin decided he was REALLY MAD about the rising gas costs (this was the summer of 2006 when gas costs were in the upper 2's) and since he had to pee he wanted to so them who was boss. So off he ran, across the street to pee on the sign.
My husband. So swanky. So mature. Of course the rest of us drunks across the street cracked up at Dustin's nerve. Thank goodness he didn't get a peeing in public ticket. Yes, there is such a thing and they are supposedly expensive.
Okay. Yep. This story totally made me smile. And wonder why I married him, of course.