I ended up buying some more yarn, because that stupid Michael's coupon
went on for FOUR WHOLE DAYS, and have I mentioned that I can walk to that store from my house? So, yeah, it's getting a little ridiculous here. And then, because I am suffering from an extreme case of start-itis, I cast on for a hat for Susie. Because I didn't have enough to knit already, with 5 other projects on the needles.
|Tried to pose it with flowers, but flowers were too tall.|
So now I have to explain to Larry that, what with the yarn and the winter clothes and my weekly trip to Costco, I seem to have gone way over budget and could we just pretend I didn't do that and start fresh this payday? I mean, just get my regular amount of money and not subtract for the things that ended up on the credit card the past 2 weeks or so? You know, a sort of amnesty? Larry? Larry?
Incidentally, this seems to happen somewhere towards the end of every year, where I end up one whole payday behind. In a perfect world, we would have one extra payday per year, conveniently situated in November; but I guess that simply isn't possible in this post-Eden existence of ours.
All this might explain, by the way, why Larry insists on our staying on a mostly cash basis around here. Of course, he set up that system before Internet shopping even existed. I can't even remember how I managed to spend too much money back then, when everything was bought in person and stores were fussy about how you paid them. I mean, seriously, people, I remember being in a McDonalds with a friend and her kids in 1998 or so, and we were short on cash and THEY DIDN'T EVEN TAKE CREDIT CARDS. Also? DEBIT CARDS DID NOT EXIST. This boggles my mind. How did
we pay for fries back then? I think I had to watch the kids while my friend jumped into her horse and buggy and drove down the street to an ATM.
Dark times, people, dark times....
Oh, and while I was taking that amazing picture of Susie's hat-to-be up there, I noticed in the background (before I cropped them out) 2 MORE CAMELS
that have sneaked into my house.
|I think they are mugs. See? The neck is the handle.|
I probably shouldn't keep talking about my camel problem
here. I mean, before you know it, my Sitemeter stats will show people Googling "camels" and landing on this blog. I'll start getting emails from animal rights enthusiasts who will want me to plug "Save the Camel" campaigns in my posts. My subheading might even have to change to "Kids! Vomit! Camels!" because my entire online identity will have undergone a seismic shift, due to my eldest's predilection for gifting me with the beast-of-burden-that-shall-not-be-named.
On the other hand, I just managed to use the future perfect tense in a blog post. So maybe even being saddled with dromedaries (get it? Saddled
- oh, I slay me) has a bright side. I mean, if you care about stuff like that...