poorly written

it's just possible
my horrible penmanship
caused the recession.



My husband just spent forty-five minutes on the phone explaining to Jim at the West Coast Wells Fargo Call Center that the check they just cashed for two hundred and fifty dollars was in fact a check for two dollars and fifty cents. (Well, I lost my water bottle; it was hot, and all I had in my yoga bag was my checkbook.)


They figured it all out, but the Big Kahuna reports that at one point while they were looking at the online .pdf of the check, Jim said "Sir, I got my supervisor right here, and we both agree this is the most illegible instrument we've ever seen."

Kahuna just texted me the image. They were right. My handwriting sucks.

I'm not allowed to write any more checks.

Appreciation

Appreciation
Dormant, can be awakened
By coincidence.

When disaster strikes

When disaster strikes
And my shrink is out of town
Haiku never fails.

Welcome, friends. I hope your life and loves are generally happy, but when you need an extra smile, there will always be Haiku.

(And yes, the eggs in the picture are from my hens.)