No seriously, a little over a week ago I found $25 and a Chapstick in the stairwell at work. I did what I always do and had it in an envelope at the front desk ready for the owner to claim it. Nobody ever did though so on Monday I went out and got myself a manicure on who knows? I now feel like a thief and am terrified of the karma that is going to come back and get me.
I may or may not have tweaked the above to make myself seem less horrible. What really happened is that my old receptionist found the money. It did go up to the front desk for a week and it's true that nobody claimed it. It's also true that I spent it. I probably wouldn't be feeling as bad as I do if I was the one that found it, but I didn't. I'm a monster. What would you guys have done???
On that note, I can't lie. Like seriously, even about the littlest thing. For example, if I go grocery shopping and sneak a few personal items in (magazines, nail polish etc.) I always end up confessing to D. These are items I should be buying with my allowance, but instead have bought with house money. I once hit a trash can with our new BMW and wanted like hell to lie about that too, couldn't do it.
For the last three days I've gone without takeout for lunch or dinner. I'm pretty sure that's a record for the year and it feels great!
My little brother called me on my way into work today. I always love hearing from him and look forward to our weekly calls, but he suprised me by letting me know he would be down to have lunch with me today. I squeeled like a little girl after we hung up because I was so excited.
I came home from work yesterday to find that our housekeeper had washed Poochie's blanket. Naturally I lost my shit and started sobbing uncontrollably. Yesterday was one full week without my girl.
I'm thinking about getting a kitten already and I feel terrible about it.
That's it for today, now go on and confess your deepest darkest secerets with me. If you're up to it link up with the fabulous Kathy!