One message from the Fireman saying he is indeed coming to town next month and that we must plan a Big Night Out. Mmm hmmm. I’ll be planning alright. {insert seductive tiger growl here}
Two scoops of ice-cream at lunch. Yeah, yeah. I’ll go to the gym later.
Three emails from my Valentine, taking time out of doing scientisty things to make plans and tell me I’d look hot in his lab coat. I ::heart:: my Valentine.
Four hours spent on Overstock.com looking at things I would buy if I were not so dilligently paying off my credit cards. Do I need a black beaded Prada tank top? No. But do I want it? Hells yes. Good thing I left my credit card at home in the freezer. And yes, it’s actually IN the freezer.
Five attempts (all thwarted by actual assignments) to sneak out of the office for the rest of the day on an “off-site meeting.” Will someone please add “tanning salon” to the roster as an official meeting? I’m tired of fighting this battle.
I tried the freezer trick, but went one better. I put them in a friend’s freezer. This trick failed miserably. I discovered that I had memorized the card numbers from overuse…even the three-digit security number on the back. Needless to say, I had to cancel the cards.
Unless you have the numbers memorized like Howard, what worked for me was to freeze them solid in a ziploc baggie. That way, by the time they thawed, the urge to spend had usually passed.
Fish, you should write for a magazine or write a book. You’re such a natural, your style is so entertaining — your blog is great but I think someone would actually pay you to do this.
Just a teeny HTML pointer:
♥ = ♥
The same works for the clubs, diamonds and spades. Have a nice day.