On Saturday, I swiffered the cats. I have the Swiffer jingle to the tune of “Whip It” stuck in my head. That evening all we did was watch TLC. I’m turning into a domestic drone.
Sometimes that scares me, but not much. I mean, this particular phase of my life seems to be focused on setting up and settling in– a lot of people my age are doing that sort of thing. Buying, saving, working, acquiring, cleaning, organizing.
On the other hand, maybe I’m just a consumer whore. Or maybe my fear of becoming a consumer whore is due to being a cheapskate. I can never tell– I’m definitely neurotic about money, more so than the rest of my family. I mean, I’m aware of it, and when I hesitate about things I have to remind myself “money is for using, not hoarding. Do nice things for people.” When I remember that, when I remember that I have a good savings rate and few expenses, then it’s much easier to buy dinner or drinks for friends, to give to charities, buy presents, etc.
Secretly Ironic 