-I destroyed my 1 wood on the 3rd tee. It was a clean hit, square in the middle of the club face, but it shattered at the hozel.
-I wrecked the golf cart by the 6th tee. I looked down and back up in time to see the stone course layout sign.
-I nicked a little pole and ripped a giant hole in the side of my tire. In case you didn't know any damage to the sidewall and the tire must be replaced. (Follow Up: The pole I hit had an electrical outlet on it. )

Sigh. Well I only have myself to blame for those, but when you are down they pile on.

-The doctor notified us that she would be charging us an additional fee to collect the cord blood for the birth of my son. This is on top of the normal fees we had expected for the processing and storage.

So now I am sitting in the lobby of the Discount Tire and all I can think is, I am proud that I don't need a bailout, or buy-in, or rescue, or whatever they are calling it.