Jun 14
...My first (and perfectly natural) instinct is to turn around and go back to get it. I mean...I need it, I want it, I will go get it. If you left your kid at home by accident, wouldn't you turn around and go back for her? Okay, okay - I concede that this is slightly less urgent...
Working in retail can be a real problem for someone with my limited funds and unlimited wants.
This is never so clear to me as when I’m running the register. So many products! My wants seem to multiply as the day goes on. “How is it that I’ve never seen this item? What aisle is this on? Oh, that’s nice!”
So this is what happened last night:
I went to a cookout at my sister and brother-in-law’s house. Happy Birthday, Steve!
I stopped by the grocery store on my way home.
I came home.
I brought myself, my purse and my work bag into the house.
I let Louis out.
I headed back out to get the groceries.
I then proceeded to mow the lawn as my frozen vegetables melted in the back seat.
I was wearing my one good pair of work shoes and the “fancy for me” new shirt I still haven’t paid for.
I mowed half the yard before I lost the light.
I accidentally left the car window down, which reminded me what I was supposed to be doing.
I got the groceries before they turned into mush and yet another example of money well wasted.
I went inside, dripping sweat and nearly dripping groceries.
I should have mowed the lawn two weeks ago, or on any of the subsequent 14 days.
I chose to mow the lawn while on my way out the to the car to get the groceries.
I don’t know why.
Some things just defy logic.
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I don’t want to say that my house is a burial ground for Home Improvement projects, because it’s not.
It’s more like a tomb.
Which is to say is that my house is chock full of DIY mummies, preserved just as they were when they gasped their last.
Why is that?
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