ronandannette
I gave myself this tag and I "Like" myself too!
- Joined
- May 4, 2006
Does anybody remember this segment David Letterman used to do? I starred in my own episode last night.
Everybody who knows me knows I'm kind of a cheapskate - in weird, unnecessary ways. I really, really need a new silver evening bag because the one I've used for years (and LOVE!!) is falling apart. So I'm shopping for one yesterday and the one I like was $24 - weird cheapskate kicks in and I say to myself "$24?!? No way - I'll just fix my old one."
Fast-forward to 5 minutes after I'm already supposed to have left the house for a formal event last night. Picture me with the purse crazy-glued to one hand and the glue tube glued to the other. I screech for help and my DS comes running. His idea is to try acetone; he grabs a bottle of nail-polish remover and dumps it over both hands. I'm panicking and not thinking straight; within seconds the foil finish on the purse has dissolved, my manicure is obliterated and I still end up having to forcibly pull my skin away, taking a huge chunk out of my thumb. DH had to clumsily re-polish my nails (around the band-aid) and we end up arriving at the party almost an hour late with my lip-gloss, ID and bank card shoved in his suit pocket. We may laugh about this someday, but at this point it's too soon.
Can anybody make me feel a little less like the biggest goof in the world with a similar story?
Everybody who knows me knows I'm kind of a cheapskate - in weird, unnecessary ways. I really, really need a new silver evening bag because the one I've used for years (and LOVE!!) is falling apart. So I'm shopping for one yesterday and the one I like was $24 - weird cheapskate kicks in and I say to myself "$24?!? No way - I'll just fix my old one."
Fast-forward to 5 minutes after I'm already supposed to have left the house for a formal event last night. Picture me with the purse crazy-glued to one hand and the glue tube glued to the other. I screech for help and my DS comes running. His idea is to try acetone; he grabs a bottle of nail-polish remover and dumps it over both hands. I'm panicking and not thinking straight; within seconds the foil finish on the purse has dissolved, my manicure is obliterated and I still end up having to forcibly pull my skin away, taking a huge chunk out of my thumb. DH had to clumsily re-polish my nails (around the band-aid) and we end up arriving at the party almost an hour late with my lip-gloss, ID and bank card shoved in his suit pocket. We may laugh about this someday, but at this point it's too soon.
Can anybody make me feel a little less like the biggest goof in the world with a similar story?