Sunday, June 08, 2008 6:44 PM
where the mountains meet the sky
The bottom of the box reads, This box deserves another chance to hold a pair of Converse shoes. How, you tell me, can one have the heart to recycle a box that is so cool that it has two metal holes identical to the ones on the original Chucks? Difficult much! But, recycle we must. If not for the sake of trying to ease Mother Earth's pains at least so this box will get the honour of housing another pair of Chucks.
She rocks the Chucks. She rocks the bag. She's a natural with the hoodie.
And naturally, I'm penniless.
She's been needing them. And this weekend, everything just gave up on her so we had to have a girls day out. She dreaded the searching and finding but I suspect she enjoyed lunch! It's absolutely nice to go to lunch and order whatever and not be afraid half of it will go to waste. She's the only one who can detect when I'm forcing things down and her offer to finish it just makes me so glad =)
The best part of getting shopping done is when you get to the cash register and have the cashier push a button or two and discover there was actually a discount on the item. Yes, I jumped. See, when you're going broke and can already envision yourself living on next to nothing for yourself for the next few weeks (or months!), a discount symbol deserves a jump and a skip and even a hop if you can manage it!
After church, the wallet was no longer to hold money but receipts! So, I'm broke right? Which means no restocking on the chocolate stash for the weekend, yes? Perhaps it just is reason enough to dip the hand into the 'Emergency Fund' he put aside. But the guilt screamed, 'NO!'.
=/ There was this inner chant that refused to give up. How, how? He provided! He did! Nothing big and fancy but He provided!
=) All of which I spent on Bytes and loveletters.
Now, if she didn't have to be at the X, I would have had to get a real meal. But since she isn't here, this packet is going to take forever to open.
har, har, har, this is the song of the Bad Beard. nothing difficult, x marks the spot!
And it won't taste like it always does.
miss you, missy.
minx wrote at6:44 PM
