For the record, I’ve come to loath the whole Flexible Spending Account thing. In theory it’s a good idea. I don’t have to stress; medical emergency comes along, I slap down my card and voilá! Bill’s taken care of. My money, pre-tax. Win-win, right? Except they put the Third Reich in charge of the kitten…
Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
