Shesten from I Heart Monster stole some great books from Barnes and Noble.
Nain from View from Down Here got an awesome stash of breakfast goodies for free.
Amiee from The Ingebrigsten Family got a huge stash of loot for her girls (mostly), all for smokin’ deals.
DeAnna from Life Gone A Wry got several things, but my favourite was her new stash of DVDs from a closing-out video store.
Chloe from My New Life as a Housewife got this shirt for free from her mom (who also got it for free, so it was a double whammy).
And Kelly from One Day at a Time got 5 (five) magazine subscriptions for FREE with collected frequent flyer points.
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My phone rang at 9:00 this morning. It was my neighbor, calling to ask if I’d keep an eye on their place while they were out of town.
(p.s. I like my neighbors. All of them. Especially Mr. and Mrs. Flanders. Our street is quiet, people keep their yards picked up (except us—we’re the failures of the neighborhood), nobody has crazy parties or annoying construction at 6 a.m. We have great neighbors. It’s just that sometimes (in the morning, specifically) they’re just a little cheerful for me.)
“It’s MORNING,” she chirped, “Time to get UP!”
“Hello,” I grumbled. Why would she assume I was still in bed, for one, and why did it irritate me so much? Because I WAS still in bed? So what? Even though I’ve tried to talk myself out of the shame of sleeping in, I can never shake it completely.
When she came by to drop off a key (two minutes later, as opposed to the 5 or 10 that she said on the phone it would be), I was still fumbling with the damn clasp on my bra, still shirtless, still lost in the haze of not-quite-awake-and-mostly-still-asleep. I had half a mind to walk to the door in just that state.
By the way, WHY DIDN’T I DO THAT? That is a regret I will carry with me till the day I die, not answering the door to my cheerful neighbor wearing nothing but a bra and a scowl.
When I opened the door (with my hoo-hoos secured and modestly covered by a nearly-zipped hoodie), hair tousled, greasy-faced and unkempt, my neighbor’s face fell.
“Oh, I DID wake you! I’m so sorry!”
“That’s okay,” I said. “No problem.”
“No, I feel so BAD,” she continued. “You were probably going to sleep till NOON!”
Yeah, pro’lly I was. But now my shame is so acute that sleep would only bring nightmares, so I may as well stay up and write a blog post.
And here we are.
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