Bound to Happen

Last night Aaron went grocery shopping. I was at home waiting for him to return, and it just kept getting later, and he still wasn't home. About 30 minutes past when I was expecting him home, he finally called. He was running late because he had to put the spare tire on, because the left rear tire was completely flat. Great. I felt bad for him, because not only did he have to change the tire, but he had to do it in the rain and cold. Poor guy!

He took it in to get the tire fixed this morning, and unfortunately it can't just be patched. We need a new tire. Since the existing tires are almost in need of replacing, he just decided to buy four new tires, an unexpected expense that puts a real set-back in our savings plan. I mean, we do have the extra money and have budgeted for unexpected things like this, it just sucks when something like this happens.

And it happens every year at around this time. Last year it was the car accident. The year before that it was some unexpected wedding expenses. And the year before that it was Aaron losing his job. Since I've had this job, this is the month when I get my raise and bonuses (we get them really early for Christmas), so at least we have the extra money when we need it. I just wish it could either go to something fun (I would love to spend my bonus on a vacation some year) or into savings (where it was planned for this year, and where most of it will still go), instead of to whatever big expenditure fall brings us once again.

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On a completely unrelated note, I seem to have, lately, an incredibly strong aversion to chicken (no, I'm not pregnant). The thought of eating chicken, touching chicken, or even really smelling chicken is really grossing me out. Usually this only happens with pork (which, still, unless it's in ham or sausage form, I really am not a big fan), but now it's happening with both pork and chicken. Aaron is not happy with this development because he likes his diet to be heavy in both, and gets a little testy if I go too many days without including some sort of meat in our meals.

So, unfortunately, tonight's planned dinner is chicken in order to appease him. But I told him that if he wants it, he's cooking it. He, unfortunately, agreed to this. I was hoping making him cook it would mean we wouldn't have to eat it because he wouldn't want to cook. That totally backfired!