Cracklin' Rose

Mood: middle-aged elation
Listening to: silence. Sweet silence

Sorry for the absence. Seems I forgot my password and then life happened and blah blah blah.

Anyway, something's happened to my husband. He seems to have been replaced with someone not as... shall we say... tight-fisted. And it's weird. Nice, but def. weird.

When my dishwasher broke last year he handed me $ 200 and said, "there ya go, Honey" and sent me to the $ears to buy a new one. With $ 200. That's like me giving him a quarter and sending him to the strip club for a lap dance. The idea of going shopping for a new appliance was nice and tittylating [sic], but how far can $ 200 get you? Not damn far at all. The salesman actually laughed at me.

Fastforward to yesterday when my trusty-crusty clothes dryer finally tended its last load. The smell of burning denim... it lingers. I woke up this morning to an attractively penned note telling me to take his credit card and go buy the washer dryer set of my dreams. Of. my. dreams. Credit card.

So I did -hee! And tomorrow between noon and three p.m. I will have in my possession a frontloader pair of water/energy saving machines that will wash and dry 16 of my towels at once. SIX TEEN. I KNOOOWWW....

Who is this man and just out of curiousity, what has he done to my husband?

Sixteen towels at once.

The mind wobbles.