Ok, NOW I'm dangerous.
I have Saturday to myself, and Sr. Jorge Bush just sent me a $400 check. Thanks Georgie Porgie. I'm going to go to La Bares and buy me a stripper.
No really, I got two checks from assholes today.
One as a tax credit, refund, whatever (I'm sure he screwed me some other way - who knows - I'm glad to get it), and one from Southwestern Bell Telephone, for what I have no earthly idea.
All I know is that I have $413 extra that I wasn't expecting.
And I will either save it or spend it all on me. My clothes are threadbare. I need to be on that show What Not to Wear. I wore a shirt today that is 15 years old. I spend all my money on bills, food, and Zoe (over $6,000 a year on daycare alone).
I hardly ever buy new clothing. I see the girls at work and their cute outfits and I want to shop so much. I think instead of going out on Saturday, I'll shop. No Zoe to whine and cry and give me a hard time when I'm changing clothes. I just wish I had a little bit more. Back in the day when I used to make money, $400 was like 3-4 pairs of shoes. Maybe a casual suit. But I used to work much harder then. Weekends, salary and bonuses. Long hours. I honestly do miss it sometimes. I don't miss pantyhose though.
I think I deserve some new things.
Bush thinks I need some new things too.