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I want my W-2.  Because I want my money.

There is no reason, in my feeble little brain, for them to hold my W-2 until “mid-to-late-January”.  I receive it electronically, so there’s no paper or postage.  And they should be able to run the W-2 report on January 1st and have it for me later that day, since the pay stops on January 1st (for 2006).  I should have it.

Of course, FreeFile doesn’t actually become available until the 16th, so maybe it doesn’t matter.  But that light at the end of the tunnel sure would be nice.

I think I’d like to save up for a vacation this year.  Granted, we just had the honeymoon, and that was very much like a vacation, but that kind of life was something a girl could get used to.  I could deal with sleeping in, staying up late, getting pruney in a hottub on a balcony in the Smokies.. I could suffer through that.  Again.

January always sucks, monetarily.  You get the reality of Christmas spending smacking you in the face.  And it’s not even that we went overboard (although we had a very lovely Christmas), but taking time off of work seems to cost a lot of money.  For whatever reason.

Oh, and the Natural Gas monopoly.  Ten years ago, everyone was supposed to switch to natural gas in their homes.  It’s cleaner, it heats quicker, and (most importantly to me) it’s cheaper.  Yes, LOTS cheaper.  So switch over!

Now, ten years LATER, we are all bent over and raped every winter because so many of the remodels in Five Points fell into the Natural Gas trap.  So our average utility bill, Dec-March, runs around $250.  When we buy our house, it will be electric.  All electric.  Screw gas.

(Maybe a gas stovetop in the kitchen.  Because it is cleaner and heats quicker.)

Anyway, that is today’s lament over January’s lack-of-money and Natural Gas’s lame attempt to take over the world.

A serious boost to the ego is when a man asks what body lotion/perfume/smell-good you use because it makes him crazy.  And then you run into his significant other later and she’s wearing it.  And years down the road, you find out that his lady-friend-of-the-moment is also wearing the same fragrance.