Designer shoes? No. Purses? No. Target? No. (Well, a little maybe). Make-up? No.
Office supplies are my kryptonite. My budget literally (figuratively) screams when I go into the Office spots. The folders, sticky notes, index cards, colored index cards, sticky note index cards, planners, pencil sharpeners, paper stacky things, and PENS. Oh mylanta. The PENS. I have different pens for different purposes. Yes, pens to write on sticky notes, pens to write in my planner, pens to write checks (who writes checks?).
I had a list. I was prepared. I mapped out the aisles in my head. I picked up the plastic sleeves, printer cartridges, and stapler. WAIT. Look at these micro SD cards. I need one! Oh no, that one isn’t on sale. The planners – I mean I should start looking because, you know, I’ll need a new one soon. June is a minute away!
My phone buzzed. “Where are you?” Uh-oh. The time/space continuum operates on a different level in here. Don’t people understand that?
I took my THREE things and checked out. I smugly smirked walking out of the store. I faced the demon and sucker punched him.
On the way home, my oldest discussed a book idea he is working on. The steering wheel jerked a little to the left. Even the car knows what to do. Those big colored index cards would be perfect to uses for scenes. What about a bulletin board to map out the cards? Oh, and those retro looking pushpins would help him write so much better.
“Mom, Mooooommm, MOM! You’re mumbling about index cards…”
“I know. I know. Tell me about your story.”