I know it was just Easter, and I should try to lay off the coveting, but I can’t.
Covet, covet, covet.
Not Yet Revealed Mommypie Fact: I have a degree in film, believe it or not (the moving kind). And I used to be so into the whole hands-on darkroom experience. It’s just been … awhile. Chika-chika old skool.
MP’s been coveting too.
For the past six months, every time we’ve gone through the checkout at WalMart, without fail, she picks up the little $2.99 camera and my future thespian — master of the doggie-in-the-window-I’m-so-cute-you-want-to-take-me-home- don’t-you expression — sweetly peers up at me and asks if she can have it. Every time I say no. It’s really sad. Because, in all honesty, I’m usually exhausted, chances are she has some other treat in the cart, and she doesn’t need it. Big Giant Buzzkill Mommy. So she was surprised and elated to find it in her basket Easter morning. I’m not all THAT bad.
As for my little treat, unfortunately, it’s gonna take more than a pitiful look to earn. I suppose I’ll wait for that economic stimulus check to arrive. And as much as it pains me to admit, I suppose I’ll do just what the government is telling me to do — spend it.
I know, the responsible thing would be to pay down some debt. And Lord knows I’m responsible.
I’m always responsible.
So, this time, I think I’m maybe entitled to take a pass on responsible, yes? This once?