Where's the Beef?
Jesus, where does the money go? My husband makes serious cash. I mean, not SERIOUS cash but semi-serious dough. But somehow I find a way to spend lots of it. Even when I don't shop. Yet there are months when I shop til my heart is more than content, really downright pooped, and it seems I've SAVED money. It makes no sense. I'm thinking I need to shop at WalMart or something. Who knows? It'll help to get Austin and Ryan out of the freakin' house. They are clothes hounds, not that I fault them one bit for it. But I guess Craig and Laura didn't really get into having cute clothes or something. I mean, Craig gets it NOW. (You should have seen the looks on his friend's faces when I started buying his clothes. One of them even commented that they could tell he had a girlfriend who cared about clothes because his wife never did! OUCH!!! And that was when they lived in California. I didn't think they let people live there who didn't care about what they wore!)
Anyway, I got rid of all those clothes and shoes the other day and the only thing I've feeling the itch for is shoes. I have a thing for tennis shoes. White tennis shoes, "ice creams". Gotta be cleaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Once they're dirty, they're no good, but I've got the secret to keeping them looking new. I have a pair of Adidas Rom's that I got in 8th grade that could pass for just a few months old. If you're nice, I'll tell you some day.