The Thrill of Spending Money

When Dave was not working, we put our debit and credit cards in a bucket of water and put the bucket in the freezer. We froze our spending!

Well, my hard working hubby is back at work, which means our house is a mess again and my “honey-do,” list has taken a back seat.

My pride and joy desk that I scored for $65 (SIXTY FIVE DOLLARS ON SALE…WHOOP-WHOOP!) is still sitting in a million pieces on the floor of my office. Someone actually had the nerve, the gall, to suggest that I put the desk together myself! Ha! “Pish-posh, rubbish” I said!
The last time that I attempted to put something together by myself it did not go so well!
Dave and I used to live in a small, tiny duplex that had an even smaller, tinier bathroom, which meant that the shower wasn’t much bigger than a bread box! Imagine trying to shave your legs in a shower that size! You have to be a contortionist! So, somehow, online, I found stools that were especially designed for showers. Imagine the thrill I felt at knowing such a contraption existed, which could possibly prevent me from having to do stretches and warm-ups before attempting to contort my body in all of these impossible ways just to have smooth legs! I even found stylish stools, made of teak that were like nice little shower seats (as opposed to hospital-style ones made for, you know, hospitals). My Birthday was approaching so I hinted to my Mom about these stools. Who knew that a hint as subtle as an email with a link to the right website would result in me actually getting one for my Birthday!

So, one sunny morning when I was home alone I decided to be independent and put the stool together myself. After minutes of organizing all of the pieces, losing half of them, becoming convinced that my stool did not come with all of the required pieces and then finding the pieces that I lost, the pieces that I didn’t think the stool came with (what, doesn’t that happen to you?), I began screwing stuff together. *I use the term, “stuff,” very loosely, so as not to confuse you with all of the technical lingo, I like to keep things in laymen’s terms so everyone understands what I mean… you’re welcome! I’m kidding; I had no idea what the stuff was called that I was screwing together!

Anyways, when I began screwing something into the bottom of the seat, it met a little bit of resistance. With crinkled eyebrows, I continued trying to screw the contraption together; but, it didn’t feel right. This, in all reality, should have been my first clue to stop what I was doing, turn the contraption over and see what was going on. Instead, I just looked at the directions again to make sure I was doing what the directions stated; it appeared I was, so I tried to screw the screw again. Something just wasn’t right! This time, I turned over my new teak seat to see what was happening.

Do you want to know what I saw? I saw the screw, sticking straight up through my new teak seat! I had screwed the stupid screw right through the top of the seat! Now, there was a nice hole and crack in my new seat. The new teak seat that was supposed to solve my leg shaving problems!

GRRR!

Disgusted with the whole assembly thing, I threw everything aside, leaving it for my wonderfully crafted, handy-man husband to assemble.

So, my new desk that is in a million pieces on the office floor is sitting there and waiting. Not waiting for me, though, because as sure as the sky is blue, that desk will fight me…so it will continue to sit there, in a million pieces, and wait…wait for my wonderfully crafted, handy-man husband to assemble the wooden mess with out causing death and destruction like I am prone to do!