So can someone tell me how in the hell I ended up with five bags of clothes, empty containers of Dairy Queen, and a time share in the Dominican Republic?
I really can say no. I did it today, in fact. I said no to my daughter when she wanted a dress three sizes too big just because it was white satin and looked like a wedding dress. I said no to the lady at Kohl's who wanted to me to sign up for yet another credit card in order to get 20% off. And I said no to going to Target to do yet more shopping. (Aren't five bags of clothing enough?)
But that's small potatoes. The time share? That's huge. But I fully blame my husband for not saying no to my begging. After all, don't we need a place in the Caribbean to go when life gets to be too much?
Looks like my main character is going to be going to the Dominican Republic for a medical missions trip. I need the tax write off!