This Friday evening will mark the start of the last Saturday Steals opportunity of the year.
AKA a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
AKA be there.
In other news, my head hasn’t exploded yet but it almost did the other day.
Thank goodness I dodged that bullet. (DDP + Chuck Season 2 = Life-saving Combination.)
Also, winter tires are my new BFFs (sorry Poor Kyle and Anonymous My Sister and Chelsie, you’re all great, but you can’t give me traction like my main man Goodwrench).
What else? Oh, I decided I needed to bulk up and store some extra fat for the winter so I took to eating candy around Halloween and then I never stopped, so there’s that.
It’s been over two years since I have purchased an item at a Walmart. (Best decision I ever made for my consumer self.)
I’ve decided that even though Mrs. Meyers™ cleaning products seem insanely overpriced, I really don’t clean that much, so they last forever. Opportunity cost, people.
Poor Kyle called me out on nagging for the first time in our marriage, but don’t worry because the honeymoon was already over—it imploded right around the day he started throwing away the lunches I packed for him and eating from the vending machine instead. Insulted.
But it’s okay because he turned 29 and I didn’t get him a birthday present, not a single one.
Oh and it warmed up to only freezing now so don’t worry about me any more—I’m back to wearing flip flops again.
T minus 21 days and the flip flop thing will be a reality,