So anyway, as my post title indicates, I am a fraud. Just two days ago I wrote about how I managed to avoid spending $$$ on iced coffee by making my own at home. It is thrifty and convenient and I plan to make more in the very near future. However, would you like to wager a guess as to where I stopped this morning on my way to the commissary? No, not Starbucks. If you guessed Dunkin Donuts, then ding, ding, ding, you're the lucky winner. There is a DD inside the shopette/gas station near the commissary. I usually NEVER stop there, but it's sweltering hot outside. Humid, sticky, uncomfortable, wilting, hot, hot, hot. The type of humidity that makes your makeup just slide right off your face. Blech, I hate summer. I woke up especially early this morning to get in a quick jaunt around the neighborhood before heading to the commissary for our weekly deplete the bank account food stock up. I ran for 30 minutes, but judging by the amount of sweat on my shirt, it looked like I ran for three hours. My body refused to cool down properly so by the time I was dressed with make up on and hair sort of dry, I was still sweating. And what better way to cool down than with a lovely iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts?
If it weren't for the fact that I took Caroline to the Ft. Belvoir pool on Tuesday, I wouldn't be in this surplus-of-excess-cash predicament. There I go deflecting the blame. Selfishness comes so easy. You see, the pool only takes cash, which is a rarity in my wallet. Excess cash = frivolous spending. Not that I haven't been known to use the debit card for $1.73, but that's only in emergent situations. Or, you know, when I'm really, really thirsty or out of bananas. True blue emergencies. Before going to the pool, we stopped at Wal Mart to finish up school shopping. I planned it that way because Caroline's shopping tolerance is low, but the promise of a trip to the pool works wonders in the bribery department. This also provided me with an opportunity to get some cash back while we checked out our school supplies. The only problem is that they only do cash back in increments of $20. I took out the minimum, $20, but the pool's entrance fee is only $2.50, thereby leaving a whole lot of change, taunting me with the promise of unadulterated bliss upon spending. Oh wait, we stopped at 7-11 for a muchly desired Super Big Gulp of diet Pepsi and a Slurpee for Caroline. So $14 has been calling my name for two days. Two days! I'm weak. I had to spend. And spend I did. A whole $2.18 for a medium iced coffee. I'm an animal with no self control.
Some women need Coach purses and fancy shoes that aren't Old Navy 2/$5 flip flops. Some women need all the latest gadgets and weekly manicures. All I need is a cold drink every once in a while. I guess I shouldn't beat myself up over $2.18. Not that I really was. I like to kid. It keeps me youthful.
The first half of the day seemed jam packed with items on the to-do list; can't say the same for the second half. I imagine we'll go to the pool. There was some chatter last night about me taking the girls to the school playground this evening. As long as I locate our bug spray, I'm game. Evening time is prime mosquito bitin' time. And I seem to be their prime target. Must be because I'm so sweet!
Again with the kidding.
I've been called many things in my life, but sweet probably isn't one of them. I wish I were sweet. Not syrupy or mushy, but sweet. I'm not brash or loud, but I'm certainly not demure. I'm too big boned to be demure. I'm more bull in a china shop than porcelain doll. Not that I'd want to be a porcelain doll; they're kind of creepy. We passed a doll shop while driving through Amish country and even the store front window gave us the heebie jeebies.
This post has officially meandered so off course that I have no idea how to bring it back around. Normally I'm a fan of a neat and tidy ending.
Today, I've got nothing.