Sugar here. Bionic and I are happy to report that we do not owe the $4,000 that an EOB we received in the mail last night said we owed. Turns out the baby factory billed our insurance for someone else’s procedures. Oops.
And the call I received at work yesterday about how we were getting evicted — also an error. WTF was up with yesterday?
This morning continues strange. A few sound bites from the Bean:
“Is there a ghost outside?”
(To the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb) “There is a boy named Frankenstein, Frankenstein, Frankenstein… Frankenstein…”
“I am not going to eat the cats.”