I took my kids to the Chinese restaurant for lunch today. They were incredibly grateful. So was I. There was no Spam or tuna or peanut butter and jelly on the buffet anywhere.
I put $30 worth of gas in my van.
I bought some fireworks. Not the fancy schmancy mega super fantasmagorical nightworks we usually get, but enough to make at least one child skin a knee or two while running and squealing away from the fuses that I swear get shorter and faster every year.
I bought my son new underwear, some conditioner, toilet paper, some Tide, a package of turkey lunchmeat, two gallons of milk and two loaves of bread.
I resisted new fingernail polish and some awesomely kicky high heeled chunk sandals.
Payday sure has taken on a different meaning since I've become unemployed.
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