Got up, lit two cigarettes and thought to myself that maybe I should go back to bed and start over. Or maybe I'll just try some more coffee. Three cups later, I'm still not with it. Oh, the joys of menopause. Yeah, that's it. I'll blame it on menopause. Sigh...guess I can go visit my favorite weblogs and hope for an awakening. Or a swift kick in the ass to get me started.

Went to the mailbox and my checks arrived. I went online to imagechecks on Jan 10, because I only had about 5 checks left. I hit the "re-order" link, since I've ordered from them before, and sat back and waited for my checks to arrive. After about 10 days, and no checks, I remembered that they have my OLD address, not my current one, since I had moved in October. Lovely. They don't forward checks and my local post office didn't know for sure what they'd done with them. I ended up ordering another batch of checks. Now I'm into them for about $45-$50 and still no checks, just one left in my checkbook. The reason I order checks online is because they're much cheaper than the checks the bank gets for you. Well, both orders show up today. One with my new address and the ones with my old address. We pay many things online and use our visacard for many things, but we still need checks for the whole 'writing checks on Thursday because you don't have money in the account until Friday' thing. And for mailing other bills. But mostly for the robbing-peter-to-pay-paul thing. (At my Bank of America account online, they ask you to name your accounts, and my Checking is named: Peter; and the Savings is named: Paul)

Now don't sit there and act like you don't know what I'm talking about. If you're so flushed you've never written a check before your funds were in the account, come in a little closer so I can slap you. Since hubby's been sick, it's slim pickin's around here, believe it. But all's well that ends well. I have many things to be thankful for. I've shitloads of checks and my account isn't that much overdrawn.