Car conversation this morning was nil. She had on her headphones and I listened to the radio. It was one of those mornings where the same song is on 3 different stations at the same time, and it's not a party jam. I should've known then that the day would be filled with challenges.
Dropped her off and was very late picking her up (was busy terminating an employee, ilovemyjobilovemyjobilovemyjob). She was grumpy and I didn't really care. The only thing that was going to soothe me at the moment was a trip to Dairy Queen. We ordered a couple of Reese's PB cup blizzards and headed home.
Today's to do list was worked on. I completed one essay draft, and modified the one sent in last night. Both were sent in about 4 hours after getting home. I also respond to either 2 or 3 discussion topics, it's all kinda fuzzy now.
Last week Grandpa Larry and Jo had given Naysia a $50 gift card to Penney's, so we headed over to find a swimsuit. She also found a couple of tops, and so did I (I'm trying to prepare for my Chicago trip). We ended up spending far more than planned. On the way home she was angry because we didn't get the hippie shorts, the wild socks, wide brimmed hat, Sonic chicken nuggets and poster from Zia Record Store.
I tried to explain to her that I am not made out of money. She replied, "I know!" My question, "Why do you keep asking for stuff when you know I can't get it?" I never really got an answer, but there was a whole lot of attitude going on in the passenger seat!
When we got home I broke out the Monopoly box, gave her the amount of spending money I had last week, and we went through every transaction...slowly whittling it down to nearly nothing. At the end she left the room bummed. My intention was not to hurt her feelings; rather to get her to understand the reality of what's going on in my pocketbook.
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| What we want $275,000/bottle |
| What we can afford $0.83/can |
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