I'm grossed out. No wonder we're buried under so much stuff.
Rod and I went to an outlet mall. He can't get clothes to fit him here. What's that all about? We do have short Canadians too. Anyway...
at EVERY store we were told:
"If you buy one more, you get it for 1/2 price."
"Here's a coupon for 40% off if you buy something in the next 2 months."
"If you sign up for our customer card you'll be updated on our specials and receive discounts on selected items."
DO WE REALLY NEED THAT MUCH STUFF? And how much more are you going to spend than you intended in order to get the discount? Just say'n, think about it.
One of my friends responded, "Hmmmm... I think you may be our next Andy Rooney..." which I found interesting because Rod and I had recently been talking about him with another couple (A & L) a few nights after we'd heard of Rooney's death. It went something like this...
L: I don't think any one of us will ever retire.
NOTE: We are all self-employed. No work = no pay. Company pension? ...ha, ha, ha.
Me: You got that right. Besides I like what I do.
L: It's not so much me; I don't think A wants to.
A: Well you can only travel so much. When you retire what are you going to do the rest of the time?
Me: Ya, I don't think it's such a good idea. Especially for men, I mean look what happened to Andy Rooney.
L: Yup, retired and 2 weeks later... dead!
R: But the guy was 92 years old, he was worn out.
Me: Ya, but he enjoyed what he did, made it to 92 and then when he'd had enough he checked out. That's pretty good.
Truth be told, there's something else that freaks me and most of my female friends out about their husbands retiring...
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