spending all my money on a Saturday night
Just when I thought I was going to be alternating between mac&cheese, pb&j & ramen till the end of March, I get an email from Dad saying he put grocery money in my account (along w/ rent). Hallelujah!
In an attempt to make it go a little farther, I did part of my shopping at the dollar store. I swear dollar stores are going to be the death of me. I may die poor, but I'll have lots of cheap kitsch, cheap toiletries, off brand poptarts & 3 liter bottles of Shasta soda. I was actually good this time, though. Spent a little over $9. However I did find *drumroll* Butterfinger flavored cocoa! Mighty tasty, I might add. Just made myself a mug.
I finished my shopping at my favorite supermarket, Vallarta. You walk in & there are SHELVES of freshly made pan dulce, 3/$1. It's hard not to drool. It's also hard not to buy some, though I resisted the temptation this time, reminding myself to save some money for the WUT show next month.
Hehe, so I'm in line waiting to check out, & a couple ladies pushing a cart brimming w/ food get in line behind me. And I of course can't help but notice these 2 rather full bags of pan dulce they're putting on the belt. YUM So I turn to them & half-jokingly ask, "Whatever you're doing, can I come over?"
As I type it out, I realize that it sounds really dumb. But you'll have to take my word that it was a fun little moment. I made them laugh. I laughed. It felt good.
Karen went from being a mainstream Protestant to a Mormon over winter break. Go fig. And that's cool, if her heart's in it. She's still drinking coffee & black tea though. Uh...hello??? If one is going to subscribe to a faith that has specific instructions on what one isn't supposed to consume, shouldn't one follow those instructions? [And so I don't get flak from the Bacon Baron...] Or at least be aware of them? I'm thinking she probably doesn't even know yet. I'm tempted to ask her about it when she gets back, but I'll bite my tongue. It's not my place. I still wanna see her reaction when she finds out.
Karen has a problem w/ bodily functions. I was talking w/ T on the phone the other night & she proclaimed loudly, "I have to fart! I'm sorry!" ::blink:: She's apologized before when burping or passing wind. This isn't necessary. Being gassy is part of being human. An "excuse me" is fine, but an apology is silly.
And she talks about it, but not in the joking way that guys do. At least guys can joke. She seems to think it's some kind of sin. "Oh my God, I was w/ Robin & I had to fart!" And then she heaves a sigh & says "It's so bad!" But not in a way that implies that she felt particularly gassy, but more like she's unwittingly guilty of a crime. Yet somehow she's comfortable sharing this w/ me...announcing it to me out of no where. I don't get it. I don't want to get it. I DON'T CARE. Did I mention she's 23? Oy.
She also tries to start conversations w/ me after I've made it clear that I'm going to bed. I'm all snuggled up under the covers & drifting off when..."Megan." Yeah. And she wants to gossip or ask for advice. Something she could've talked to me earlier about or waited til the next day to bring up. And me being the agony aunt that I am, I usually get caught up in it. And then I'll say..."OK, I'm really going to sleep now." And turn over. Most of the time that's it, but now & then she'll say "Megan." Mmhmm "I'm sorry but..." & it starts all over again.
That girl needs a mute button, I swear.
*HUGS*
In an attempt to make it go a little farther, I did part of my shopping at the dollar store. I swear dollar stores are going to be the death of me. I may die poor, but I'll have lots of cheap kitsch, cheap toiletries, off brand poptarts & 3 liter bottles of Shasta soda. I was actually good this time, though. Spent a little over $9. However I did find *drumroll* Butterfinger flavored cocoa! Mighty tasty, I might add. Just made myself a mug.
I finished my shopping at my favorite supermarket, Vallarta. You walk in & there are SHELVES of freshly made pan dulce, 3/$1. It's hard not to drool. It's also hard not to buy some, though I resisted the temptation this time, reminding myself to save some money for the WUT show next month.
Hehe, so I'm in line waiting to check out, & a couple ladies pushing a cart brimming w/ food get in line behind me. And I of course can't help but notice these 2 rather full bags of pan dulce they're putting on the belt. YUM So I turn to them & half-jokingly ask, "Whatever you're doing, can I come over?"
As I type it out, I realize that it sounds really dumb. But you'll have to take my word that it was a fun little moment. I made them laugh. I laughed. It felt good.
Karen went from being a mainstream Protestant to a Mormon over winter break. Go fig. And that's cool, if her heart's in it. She's still drinking coffee & black tea though. Uh...hello??? If one is going to subscribe to a faith that has specific instructions on what one isn't supposed to consume, shouldn't one follow those instructions? [And so I don't get flak from the Bacon Baron...] Or at least be aware of them? I'm thinking she probably doesn't even know yet. I'm tempted to ask her about it when she gets back, but I'll bite my tongue. It's not my place. I still wanna see her reaction when she finds out.
Karen has a problem w/ bodily functions. I was talking w/ T on the phone the other night & she proclaimed loudly, "I have to fart! I'm sorry!" ::blink:: She's apologized before when burping or passing wind. This isn't necessary. Being gassy is part of being human. An "excuse me" is fine, but an apology is silly.
And she talks about it, but not in the joking way that guys do. At least guys can joke. She seems to think it's some kind of sin. "Oh my God, I was w/ Robin & I had to fart!" And then she heaves a sigh & says "It's so bad!" But not in a way that implies that she felt particularly gassy, but more like she's unwittingly guilty of a crime. Yet somehow she's comfortable sharing this w/ me...announcing it to me out of no where. I don't get it. I don't want to get it. I DON'T CARE. Did I mention she's 23? Oy.
She also tries to start conversations w/ me after I've made it clear that I'm going to bed. I'm all snuggled up under the covers & drifting off when..."Megan." Yeah. And she wants to gossip or ask for advice. Something she could've talked to me earlier about or waited til the next day to bring up. And me being the agony aunt that I am, I usually get caught up in it. And then I'll say..."OK, I'm really going to sleep now." And turn over. Most of the time that's it, but now & then she'll say "Megan." Mmhmm "I'm sorry but..." & it starts all over again.
That girl needs a mute button, I swear.
*HUGS*