Hey, we can't ALL be geniuses...

Through the miracle of awesome employers I no longer am insured through my own company but rather through my wife's. It is cheaper for better coverage, the holy trifecta of insurance desires.



What, to be a trifecta I need THREE things? Well...okay. Since my company likes us NOT being on their insurance, they have this deal where if you refuse insurance through them we get a pre-paid card for a few hundred bucks for medical expenses. Since I only turn down free money when the bank is well guarded (I keed, I keed...) that seemed fair to me.



As a random aside, I would like to complain here about junk mail. You know the kind..."To Drew Barton or current occupant". Why do you bother to personalize it if you then make it impersonal? I guess I could legally change my name to "Occupant" to make the mail seem more meaningful...but I am not going to.



Anyhow, I throw out lots of junk mail. You might not think a pre-paid card for medical expenses was junk mail...I would not have either if I had, you know, been paying attention. Obviously I wasn't...because it went right into the file that holds all the pre-paid credit card offers and all the millions of dollars I (may) have won from the Publishers Clearing House.



So yeah, I called them, got another card, it came in the mail. This time we knew what it was so elected to NOT throw it away this time. Wise choice.



Have not used it yet. But the other night Bella, our little Chihuahua of death, mayhem and destruction, got a hold of the Goose's glasses. I have to admit I was impressed by the power her teeth had. In short...we need to visit ye olde eye doctor.



Hmm...an opportunity to use the health expense card! But...can we use it for her expenses? Well...she had the card so she called. But they won't talk to her because she is not me.



So we decided to have lunch together so she could give me the card and I could call and find out. This was a big step since I made lunch that morning so instead of eating home-made groceries we had Round Table Pizza. Remember when their slogan was "Round Table...one of the last HONEST pizzas"? What, were other pizzas telling us, "We will slim you down, give you that smooth skin texture you have been seeking"? Because Round Table pizzas whisper to me..."I will taste delicious but give you greasy skin, pimply faces, and my cheese will clog you like a mother". It is indeed an honest pizza.



Anyhow, the benefits of lunch together are many and varied. We get more time with each other, get an hour break in the middle of the day, etc. But the main point of THIS lunch was for me to get that card so I could call.



So we had a nice lunch. By the time we got done with it is was pretty near 20 bucks we recklessly spent. But look at the bright side...



oh wait...there is no bright side. The entire point of that lunch was for me to get the card. You know the one...the card still sitting in her purse?



*sigh*



Sometimes I hate being a genius.