Sometimes you just have to take a moment in the afternoon to sit back have a vodka and soda and think "oh my God, I just spent how much at Sams Club?!" Sure you've got a years supply of toilet paper, paper towels, trash bags, and many other things, but when your leaving and can still see the floor through the cart bottom you wouldn't think it would be quite that much. When the lady who checks receipts looks at your cart and receipt and shakes her head clicking her teeth and goes, "its crazy, everything goes way up but the paychecks" you know there might just be something wrong.
Sometimes you have to make that same mixed drink so you can psych yourself out to go to the gym...do you want to work out tonight? Not really. Do you ever want to work out when your not drunk? Not really(hence the many times you've jacked your ankle up from drunk Ti-Bo, but that's another story). But do you love your husband, who loves to work out, and wants it to be "a family activity"? You sure do....darn it... So sometimes you have to refill your cup(make that a double please), send your boobs to the horrible torturous boob jail they call sports bras, and act like you are ready for this shit, even though you're not.
Sometimes you have to sit back and say screw it to the cat wailing to go outside, the exhaust fan clanking against the house,. and the washer that sounds like its going to flood right through the wall(thank you lack of insulation) and take yourself away to another world courtesy of Smirnoff, Hypnotic, and soda.... and some blairing music to drown it all out....
....Sometimes.....
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