TACO TUESDAY: "Money" Can’t Buy These Tacos (But It Can Fix My Roof)
Song of the Day: “Money” – Pink Floyd My house is falling apart. The roof is leaking, the gutter's leaning, the window cries in the wind, and the siding peels like a bad sunburn. I'm one step away from living inside a metaphor, inhabiting the very definition of dilapidated. And yet—somehow—I’m still standing. Still sweating. Still showing up. The house may be collapsing around me, but I’m not. That feels new. And it matters. --- "Money, it's a gas..." Pink Floyd had no idea how real that line would hit in 2025. Every time I feel like I’ve built a little savings cushion, life shows up like a cosmic wrecking ball, intent on proving its superior timing. “Nice nest egg you got there,” it seems to whisper. “Be a shame if someone… flooded your hallway.” I’m not even mad anymore. I’m just impressed by the sheer, cinematic precision of it all. The anxiety of it hums quietly in the background, making even simple decisions feel monumental. This morning I was bud...