The big idiot and the “T”

My husband broke our keyboard yesterday and is now feverishly searching for all the keys that popped off.  First he put the U back in the wrong spot and it’s apparently stuck there for eternity, and now I’m getting a play by play of each letter he successfully replaces.  I’ve conned him into thinking my plan for sushi, a chick flick, and joining the leagues of others seeking local fame in our hometown karaokee joint this evening was his idea.  The key finding is becoming more urgent - since moviefone is necessary to execute this evening, and using a pen to push the ”f” isn’t going well.  It’s getting violent, with references of gouged eyeballs.  Hmm.

Today I’ve made strides towards what my parents would deem “fiscal responsibility.”  Every weekend day - yes, EVERY Sat & Sun, the hub and I start out with a trip to one of the 4 Starbucks within 5 miles from our house, then make a lap around Target, picking up mostly non-essentials and loving every minute.  We pretend to be there for the deals, putting on a good show browsing the clearance endcaps, but for every $4.73 picture frame we purchase, a DVD, the latest cheap-chic bag, and a new pair of aviators for the man will be rung up.  Today we walked the store, filled the basket, then met up with our old friend Buyer’s Remorse PRIOR to checking out.  We faked a “hey, put the basket down and help me with this”, abandoning the basket cleverly amidst the little girls spring must haves.  I’m proud of our escape.   

Robby: “Yes, I just found the T!” Victory!

~ by abbygrant on January 5, 2008.