As I have mentioned, my son is about to have a birthday. Because of the mass-insanity that is currently my life, this birthday is not getting quite the attention it deserves. We are having a get-together and a handful of his friends (and mine) will be there and he will eat cake and all that. But there will be no professional photographer. There will be no live elephants and nobody will be dressed as any animal or alien character. It will be a quiet affair that hopefully he will nonetheless enjoy. As part of this celebration, he will likely get gifts. It is possible that among these gifts there will be a gift card or two. So there is my background. Now for the horrible thought part....
We have been rearranging our finances and as a result I have had to do without a number of my completely ridiculous perks in life. For example, I have not had a massage in months. Poor me. By way of further example, I traded in my insanely and unnecessarily expensive car for something much more practical. You get the picture. So the other day I was online looking at wine refrigerators. I don't particularly need a wine refrigerator. Hell, NOBODY particularly needs a wine refrigerator. But I want one. And as we have discussed, once upon a time that would have been enough to buy it. Well, upon realizing that such would not be the case, I actually had the following thought. I thought to myself: you know, if the baby gets a Target gift card, I could use that toward the fridge....
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I would never in a billion years actually do it. But it was the matter-of-fact, problem-solving way in which I thought it that scared me. What the heck? Who would do that??? Sure, the Lohans and maybe the Cyrus family, but generally I don't keep with that crowd (well, I haven't had them to dinner in months, anyway). Awful. Simply awful.
And so, my son, if you read this years from now, know that I didn't even come close to going through with it. No need to sue mommy. For this, anyway.
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