I have finally figured out why it is that my husband and I are utterly incapable of ever saving money:

“Since you spent $140 on Pax tickets I think it’s only fair that I get to spend at least $140 on my sunglasses.”

Guess which one of us said that to the other.  Here’s a hint:  I already wear glasses and could probably find those fitter overer sunglass thingies for $10 if I had the dedication to hunt for them in the right shape and size.

Of course, it isn’t totally him.  I can’t sit here and point to my husband and blame him for everything.  Okay, I could but that would probably just bite me in my own ass later (though I can blame him for half our cupboard doors being open all the time.  It’s like he’s allergic to shutting them or soemthing).

A few weeks ago, he was having one of his “there’s a game I liked playing as a kid and I want to play it now” fits (apparently this is something all gamers go through from time to time?) and found out that, to play the game he wanted to play, he’d need to buy a joystick thingie that connected to his computer via USB cable.  A joystick thingie that would cost somewhere in the neighborhood of $60.

I did not say no.  I did not point out that we have zero spare dollars right now.  I did not remind him of our looming bills and the fact that we really truly want to move into a bigger/better place as soon as we can.  Instead?  I said, “Okay but then I get to buy the first two seasons of Leverage on DVD.”

We are working on changing this particular aspect of our relationship, for the sakes of our bank accounts, but I think we probably have a ways to go before we are cured.

In other news: my apartment is clean.  It is clean and dusted and swiffered and bleached and vacuumed and cleaned oh my.  Even the coupons I always forget to take to the store with me are organized. This is what happens when you are waiting for an assignment from your client and they have to wait for another part of your same project to get finished by someone else and your husband is at work for eight hours and cannot get in your way or undo any of your hard work for a while.  Even our office is clean which is nice because now that there is not a big pile of debris threatening to eat the whole room, I can get some more work done in there.

I have thinking work, which needs to be done in the office with music blaring loudly (my most recent choice includes a mixture of Lady Gaga and Everclear, don’t ask me why it is intensely satisfying writing music but it is).  Then there is the work that doesn’t require a whole lot of focus and is much better done on my laptop while I sit on the couch and watch TV.  The work I am waiting on is the latter.   I can’t do any of my thinking work because, well, the office is occupied by Will who, from the sounds of things is blowing things up and slashing people with swords while something that sounds like a car alarm whines in the background.  It isn’t a real car alarm–I have now checked at least enough times for Will to get annoyed and say “why do you keep looking out the front door?!?  It’s my game!!!”

So.  I’m writing this, a long rambly list of whatever floats my boat that isn’t connected to anything super major or of any real consequence to anyone but me.  What else should I tell you?  Here’s something: Albertson’s $8.99 Fried Chicken meal is super delicious and has become my favorite Saturday night dinner.  We finished watching FullMetal Alchemist: The Brotherhood tonight.  I have been re-reading John Scalzi’s book on writing (it’s called “You’re Not Fooling Anyone When You Take Your Laptop to a Coffee Shop”).

Finally: I think that this post proves something that professional writers have been trying to pound into the heads of amateur writers for, well, ever: if you want to write well, you need to read and you need to read everything.  While I am not a professional writer by any means (pfft, that will be the day), I can say that reading good writing makes me want to produce writing of my own.

You’re welcome.  Peace out.

This has only been slightly proofread.  Apologies to your brains.