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Full Price?

Today I needed some much needed retail therapy. Anyone empathize out there? I just needed to look at things…touch them…put a few in my cart and drag them around until I emptied half before making it to the cashier. Cause that’s how I roll. Either that or I take the plunge, buy it, take it home, only to talk myself out of it and return it next week. Why oh why am I programmed this way, I ask. Anyway, I see this picture. Art always gets to me. My mother preached to me that if you see a picture you can’t live without, get it. No questions asked. You’ll never see it again. And yes, I had to have this happen once before I stopped walking past something I didn’t want to live without. Luckily I can’t remember what the picture was, but I remember what it felt like to lose it. I digress. There was this picture today. I touched it, oohed and ahhed and walked past it. There was only one. I did two laps around the store and ended back to the picture. Placing it in the cart, I took a step and then put it back. Ahhh….I grabbed it back. What? Full price? Seriously? I looked for a sign for the discount. This place is known for 40% off. Not today. I steadily walked in the direction of the cash register, all the while thinking how I would either walk it back or return it after getting home and realizing it’s not really that adorable. Then I see the chick in front of me with her little phone and the discount scan code. Hey, I can do that! I fumble quickly to look one up. Bingo! 40% it is. And suddenly I don’t feel 100% horrible; only 60%!! I walked out smiling. And that’s the way it’s done. Retail me not!

But doesn’t it get old? I mean always fighting for the discount? Why can’t they just offer it for the drop-dead best price? Why do I have to search and scratch tickets just to get a buck off? Do I have to belong to a million clubs, carry a wallet designated for member cards? Just give me the best price. For the love of all things on sale. Please. 

I’m handling the college thing okay. Actually my daughter left for a few days this week to go on a retreat. Oh. my. gosh. This house is so uneventful. Three kids? Are you kidding? I went to make dinner and had so many leftovers I had to feed the dog twice. In the same hour. I went from buying books to cooking for two, to traveling weekly to Costco for milk and eggs. How does one go back to cooking on the light side? And the guys who left were the least picky. How many times can one eat tacos and cheesesticks with peanut butter crackers? Will broccoli ever been seen in the produce drawer of the fridge? Will any vegetables ever hang out there? I need to be de-programmed or something.

I’m not sure what temperature it is where you live…but it was like 180 degrees here. Oh yeah, that was just in my car. My broken-air conditioned car. I stared around me at each and every stoplight. Everyone with their windows up and their hair blowing from the cool breeze. As I sit there with the heat rising off my skin like sound waves. “Yeah, I love the heat!”. I wondered why my arm was burned the other night when I got out of the shower. The left one. Not the right one. Heavens no. And the white watch mark sealed the deal. That girl has no a/c. I’m still hoping for a cold snap. LOL

Have a good one, everyone. Stay cool. For me. 🙂

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Hmmm…

 

rockwell-thanksgiving-parody-13I got my oil changed today as planned. No site of the “scary” date guy to report. I took my daughter along because her entire class was raking leaves for charity, and she conveniently forgot to have me sign the permission slip to attend. Funny. So after the horrid hour wait at the mechanic’s, we did some shopping. The first year ever I’ve gotten early Christmas presents. It was amazing. Uncle Bob, check…Neighbor Sue, check…I was on a roll, and most importantly I had coupons!!

couponSerious coupons. I revel in the fact I have coupons. My daughter did a lot of eye rolling. (of course, she’s 13 years old. It’s an art at this point). But when the total came in, she was amazed. So amazed that she came home and reported my huge savings to everyone at dinner.  Mission accomplished. 🙂 And I also made a decision that for some of the people on my list, they will receive a book and something else small. As I told my daughter who, again, didn’t buy into the whole “book” idea, that in fact, I was giving my sisters more than a gift…I was giving them a destination. A passport to transport to another place. That and a bottle of good lotion. Who doesn’t squee with a good bottle of lotion? I mean really.

Then I saw all the signs…the reason for the parody of Norman Rockwell’s famous Thanksgiving picture. Remember Thanksgivings long ago when your family congregated around the table…well the adults at one, and the tiny piggies at the other…and you ate. And ate, and ate. Because that’s what Thanksgiving was about. A bunch of eating…and sleeping…and yelling at the television for your football team to win. Or in my case, wishing the game would just end already. Theres’ something about the guy doing a play by play that really grates on my nerves. But anyway, I digress. If you were lucky, you stayed the night where the food was prepared. That way you could make a turkey sandwich when all the stuffing and cake made it out of the small intestine. Yay, room for more! If you weren’t so lucky, you went home and ate a bowl of cold cereal. Either way, this is what went down.

The signs I was referring to seeing today were advertising Black Friday deals. Beginning Thanksgiving day and going through to the following Friday. Hmmm… let me see. Black Friday…beginning Thursday, and ending in 7 days. What’s wrong with this picture? Now the times are such that after dinner everyone makes a beeline to the stores and shop until midnight. And then some, because evidently they reward the savvy shopper who can pull off staying all night with major door busters. And what about the people who have to work? You figure in retail that you’re going to get Thanksgiving and Christmas off. Even gas station attendants, for Pete’s sake. The world needs to shut down for at least one day a year, if not two.Not now! It’s sad indeed. What would Norman Rockwell have thought?