why I deserve to be bad sometimes
I worked 8.5 hours of freelance contract work today. On Sunday. Starting at around nine a.m. With one of my son’s friends over and all the little boys in the house at full energy levels. Popeye’s Fried Chicken 16-Piece Family Meal. Chinese restaurant leftovers. Atkins bars. Milk, orange juice, Diet Coke.
That totals about 22.5 hours of emergency goodwill freelance work for a friend over the past two weekends and a few weeknights.
Wanna know what I’m buying with my labor? A new bed! A full-size bed for me! My friend Jennifer asked me when I was gonna get a “grownup bed” instead of the sad sagging twin bed that some Good Samaritan stole from a non-profit organization for me a few years ago, when I first came to town all destitute in flight from my effed-up situation.
So we went mattress shopping yesterday and scored what seemed like a predestined good deal. It was my first time buying a mattress ever in my life. I got Consumer Reports‘ highest rated brand with patented edge support. Saved extra money by mismatching the boxspring. They’re delivering it Friday. I’m so excited!
I got a good enough deal and made enough extra contract money that I could even buy a headboard, if I wanted to. Can you imagine? My first headboard ever in my life! I want to check out the antique stores next weekend, if we have time. Life is freaking good.
