Stop me ...
Aug. 18th, 2005 12:16 pmBefore I spend again.
I had saved enough to pay for the redecorating of my condo. Until I got carried away with the wonderfulness of it all. I didn't really plan to replace all the furniture - just maybe the couch. But, that was lots of $$ ago. Once I realized that my pitiful little pile o' savings wasn't going to make the grade, I took out an equity loan. I will have used a bit more than half of what I borrowed. Assuming I maintain my level of income, I should have it all paid off in a year. I could pay it off sooner but I want to build up my if-I-get-fired-stash so that when I do pay it off, I'll have some cash on hand.
All of that complicated and convoluted explanation is offered as proof that I have given this all a great deal of thought. I've pulled out the calculator, I've run the nums, I'm not being frivolous.
But, I can't stop spending. I have every single color of Crocs that I want. Except Butter. I don't need any more. Really. I don't need Butter. I just got an email from my Crocs pimp that she just got in a supply of Butter. Can I get to her freakin' website any faster????
It takes 10-20 skeins (depending on the yarn) to make an afghan. I can make 2 bears out of one skein. I have enough yarn in my house right now for 5 afghans (don't bother - it's very close to 200 bears). Why oh why then do I order more yarn for bears like I did yesterday???!!!!
My printer at home sucks. It does. It always has. The scanner part of it works great but if you need a hard copy, pull out your Crayolas. This time I think it's the cartridges for which you pretty much need a separate equity loan. Last weekend I went to find cheap cartridges and came up dry so what did I do? I bought a new printer - that COMES with cartridges. With shipping it comes to about $10 less than a color and a black cartridge for my soon to be ex-printer.
I have to stop. I do not need anything else. I have one small and one medium invoice yet to come on the redecorating and then I'm going to a giant spend-one-more-penny-and-I'm-going-to-slap-you-silly diet.
Seriously. Really. I am not 8. I can do this.
I had saved enough to pay for the redecorating of my condo. Until I got carried away with the wonderfulness of it all. I didn't really plan to replace all the furniture - just maybe the couch. But, that was lots of $$ ago. Once I realized that my pitiful little pile o' savings wasn't going to make the grade, I took out an equity loan. I will have used a bit more than half of what I borrowed. Assuming I maintain my level of income, I should have it all paid off in a year. I could pay it off sooner but I want to build up my if-I-get-fired-stash so that when I do pay it off, I'll have some cash on hand.
All of that complicated and convoluted explanation is offered as proof that I have given this all a great deal of thought. I've pulled out the calculator, I've run the nums, I'm not being frivolous.
But, I can't stop spending. I have every single color of Crocs that I want. Except Butter. I don't need any more. Really. I don't need Butter. I just got an email from my Crocs pimp that she just got in a supply of Butter. Can I get to her freakin' website any faster????
It takes 10-20 skeins (depending on the yarn) to make an afghan. I can make 2 bears out of one skein. I have enough yarn in my house right now for 5 afghans (don't bother - it's very close to 200 bears). Why oh why then do I order more yarn for bears like I did yesterday???!!!!
My printer at home sucks. It does. It always has. The scanner part of it works great but if you need a hard copy, pull out your Crayolas. This time I think it's the cartridges for which you pretty much need a separate equity loan. Last weekend I went to find cheap cartridges and came up dry so what did I do? I bought a new printer - that COMES with cartridges. With shipping it comes to about $10 less than a color and a black cartridge for my soon to be ex-printer.
I have to stop. I do not need anything else. I have one small and one medium invoice yet to come on the redecorating and then I'm going to a giant spend-one-more-penny-and-I'm-going-to-slap-you-silly diet.
Seriously. Really. I am not 8. I can do this.
