My sister-in-law says that when she somehow, without even trying, makes an expensive money mistake, she gives herself an hour to throw a fit, an hour to feel tremendously guilty, and an hour to try on the cloak of acceptance...may that concept burn and die--
But I understand the good of what my sister-in-law is saying.
Last time I made, in spite of best intentions, an expensive money mistake, I was in London. One night I threw caution to the wind and called home, for a quick chat, dialing direct from my comfy hotel room. I know, I know.
Compounding the error, I caught my family in a very needy moment...which turned into minutes which turned into...I can't go on.
When I checked out of the hotel, I had to be carried to the train from the pain of the phone bill.
I am going to Paris for a month. I needed a new pair of reading glasses, having lost my old pair. I sallied into the doctor's office, since it seemed I was long overdue for an eye exam. I had lots of pre-trip fun trying on all kinds of glasses, and made my choice with a bon vivant airiness. I paid with nary a glance at the receipt--
Until it fell onto the floor when I got home.
I have a call into my sister-in-law this very minute.
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