Silently Root for Me, People

I'm back in the trenches, scanning that stack of 'Beyonce Pose' Bills.

My brain exploded near the bottom of them.

Of course, the bills on the bottom are the ones she wants me to examine the least.  And most subject to dispute.

She's apparently 'billed' me for my Chicago Auto Show trip taken slightly before The Big Fight.  Which she can't really do if we were still married, per her filing.  DOES help me pick out my expenses and strategically plan for another trip tho. So that's nice.

Also for my car's scheduled maintenance (coolant flush/fill, tranny fluid, new battery) which hit the credit card the day AFTER The Big Fight.  Which makes the recent collapse of her car (cuz she DIDN'T maintain it) Ever So Bloody Hilarious.

This is My Day Off. I could be at the gym.  I could be at Valleyfair.

But I'd have to do this anyway. And and AND and Annnnnnnnnnnd...?

I know how I'm going to end this.

She's going to come home today to a bunch of opened bills. Signed checks protruding from each envelope, for half their amount.  AND a note that I've deposited my half of the mortgage with the bank; so should she.

And that?

Will make this Lost Summer's Day completely worth it