If you know me, you know I’m an extremely thrifty shopper and a total change hog. If I can’t pay for it with the chunk of change I found in the ash tray of my car, I’m not buying it. But I usually make out pretty good–I can find deals you wouldn’t believe. Caleb loves me for it. Cashiers hate me for it. Everytime I plunk down a ziplock bag full of quarters and dimes they look they’re about to burst into tears. Hey, not my problem.
It’s not like we can’t afford the good stuff–it’s not like we’re so broke that I have to buy clothes with spare change. I just have a serious fascination with quarters…and clearances. Yesterday I bought my dream-shirt of the month–I had seen it back in April–navy blue with white polka-dots, short sleeves…so soft, so beautiful…originally priced at $22.00–unacceptable. I will pay no more than $6.99–in spare change, plus tax. I got it without a second thought. It is mine. I own the shirt now. It will never leave me, and I will love it forever, and I will love it even more that I paid so little for it. Dear shirt.
Slipping off the deep end there for a minute. Sorry.
My Cheyenne comes back TONIGHT. 6 days is entirely too long and I will never ever share my precious child again. I just won’t. I can’t wait to hear about her week. My ex took her to see my parents for one day–that went fantastic and Cheyenne didn’t want to leave. But I thought it was nice of the guy to give up one of his days for them.
Tomorrow night I will be in the company of grown-ups, at a grown-up party drinking grown-up beverages and listening to grown-up music. OH WOW. I won’t know how to act! We got a friend of mine, Cheyenne’s best friend’s mom, to come over and babysit the girls and the dogs–she’s the only person up here with whom everyone in our house is familiar and comfortable with–the dogs love here, and Mia likes her, so she’s our best bet, and she’s really looking foward to it. When I called her to ask if she would do it, she said, “It’s about time you let me watch that baby!” I feel soooo happy–it’s tough to find someone you trust and your kids like to babysit…
I dyed my hair a few nights ago, a nice strawberry blondish-brownish color, and Caleb is less than pleased with it. He noticed, yes, but his first comment was, “Why did you do that? We’re going to be seeing people this weekend!” Geez. What a sweetie–somebody get that guy a Klondike Bar.
He made up for that miserable remark last night with a nice massage. Serves him right.
Everyone have a great weekend!