An Expensive Haircut

St. Baldrick's is one of my favoritest events because A) You get to be a rockstar and fund the cure for childhood cancers and 2) Beer.

I love you more than Taco Bell.

Life is busy, and I am lazy, so between those two is the reason I forgot to tell you that Eve had another check-up in January.  So, she had a check-up in January.

Check-ups are easy, it's just making sure no one wants to over-scan your kid that's the hard part.  Like, I'm all for being diligent, but when I say Just put it on our tab! all fun and fancy-free, I don't really mean that.  We are already in medical debt up to our eyeballs, and that's saying something because my eyeballs are even higher than most people because I'm really tall.  So, the hardest thing is convincing the ultrasound tech that no, I don't really think we need to have a chest x-ray since we're going to get a chest CT done in an hour.  It's already like an x-ray, but better.  I know this because I've seen the bills pictures.  I should be more scared of extra radiation, but isn't that like spitting in the ocean at this point?  Right now, I'm most scared of not having this paid off before the cyborg collection agents of the future thaw my cryogenically frozen body.