High:
This week I got a letter from some retirement fund account, informing me of a balance I didn't even know I had in an account I didn't even know I'd started. Apparently I'd signed up for automatic deposits in a retirement account through my old job on the East Coast and when I left that job over two years ago I closed out all accounts except this one. (I guess I forgot?) So I've got $1,000 just waiting to be claimed! It was a pleasant surprise, like finding a dollar in an old jeans pocket -- but better. I think I'll use part of it soon to fund a weekend getaway in Napa with my husband, since we've been talking about taking said trip for a while.
Low:
The federal building where my husband works went into temporarily lock-down for an hour or so last week when a suspicious package was found on one of the first floors. He texted me while I was at work, letting me know what had happened, and I didn't think anything of it since these kind of things happen all the time (right??). But then he stopped responding to my text messages for a while and I had a mini inward freakout moment at my desk.
Just be sure that if you withdraw the $$$ from said account that you don't end up paying a fine or tax. Typically these accounts are set up for retirement purposes and often are taxed at a hefty rate!
ReplyDeletePS you aren't the only one that suffers from an overactive imagination. I am the same way! I swear I don't know what keeps me sane considering my bf is in law enforcement and is often in situations like you mentioned. Thankfully, your man is safe and sound!
Now that is a great 'high'! I can imagine your 'low' experience was so frightening, I was working in London on July 7th 2005, I can still remember all the worried phone calls from my family trying to check I was alright. I defo think there is no such thing as too much love except perhaps Misery with Kathy Bates and James Caan!
ReplyDeleteThat scare would have done the same thing to me. I have always had an active imagination. I'm glad everything is ok.
ReplyDeletePiC goes out for water sports almost every weekend and ever since we lost his family member in a car accident four years ago, I've freaked OUT every time he's late calling me after an outing, imagining that something has gone wrong.
ReplyDeleteI hardly even need an excuse.