how desperate are you?

I am so desperate for friends, I seriously considered going to a debate watch party last night. I was going to look up a friendly location and just show up. Maybe this isn't strange to some people but I try to avoid "sticking out" as much as possible.

why i pick up stray cats

Yesterday was Tuesday also known as the last day of the grocery store sales ad. That means any $10 off $50 or $10 off $75 coupons that printed out at the Winn Dixie catalina machines yesterday will be good starting today. Every Winn Dixie loyalty card holder gets ONE $X off $XX per week, regardless of how many times you shop there during the Wednesday to Tuesday sale week.

People get these little gems and then litter them all over the parking lot. There is an apartment complex adjacent to my neighborhood Winn Dixie. The residents of this complex walk over to the WD for a gallon of milk or pack of smokes and promptly drop their "cats" on the ground.

Last night we went to the All-You-Can-Eat pizza buffet in the WD strip mall. After eating my fill of mediocre pizza, I left the family to walk around the parking lot. I scooped up a string of cats that included the coveted $10 off $50. This will go nicely with the $10 off $75 I received during my shopping trip earlier in the week.

I ventured over to the field between the parking lot and the apartment complex thinking I'd surely strike it rich. A fire ant hill is all I found. Ouch.

UPDATE:

I went today and worked my pathetic magic. The cashier (my new best friend, of course!) was impressed. She was sure I was, "one of those ladies who is going to only pay $1.00." I had to disappoint her.

who am i kidding?

My social life is already dead. This past Sunday marks a year in this lifeless place. Three more years until my escape. There is no permanent library. There are no fun parks nearby. Sure we have a couple of museums, but I haven't bothered to check them out. I'm not even sure if they've totally recovered from Katrina. There is a Discovery Center but going there reminds me I have no friends (and no money.)

We don't have a babysitter. We couldn't afford one anyway. My only social outlet is PTO and chatting up the cashiers at my local stores. I am a shopping addict of a different kind. I entertain myself by clipping coupons and shopping with as little money out of pocket as possible. Then I come home and take pictures of my booty. It's sad, like a hunter displaying his kill.

I do the occasional craft but that leaves me shut up in a room, keeping scissors and pins out of small hands (and eyes and mouths.) I like to use my two year old Nikon D50 to make myself feel like a fool for spending so much money on something I know nothing about.