Next time I'll pick the shoes

So it's 12:00pm and it's that time of the day. The time of day where I start thinking of all the things I can do on my hour lunch break. Most of the time these leisure/time wasting activities consist of shopping at Fashion Place, a TJ Maxx run, taste testing at Costco, choreographing my girls' ballet dance in the parking lot, and/or taking in some rays on the grass (which sadly does not happen as often as I wish it would... yet) 12:45pm rolls around and I'm now in a dilemma-- go to Fashion Place and get the white Vans I've been wanting since Easter, or go to the grocery store and get the salad and stuff for our bbq at work tomorrow? Being the wonderful, frugal wife I am (haha) I decide to save a little money, put off the Vans and whatever else I would have found at the mall, and head to Smiths.

As I get in my car and start driving I'm thinking about how much I HATE grocery shopping and decided I would go somewhere where I can grocery shop and envy the adorable sunglasses, swimsuits, shoes, jewelry, etc.... so to Target I headed. I'm driving along, windows down and daydreaming of about being outside the rest of the day, until I see HIM. The motorcyclist. With a gun. Pointed at me. I look down at my speedometer and to my dismay I see the needle at 55. I look up and my eyes are greeted by the speed limit sign that reads 45. Big and bold. SO... he got me. The not-so-slim cop that resembled B Money (and yes I had to hold back my grin when he approached my window) wrote me that freaking ticket. And to make matters worse, he hands me the ticket, tells me to slow down, and then tells me to have a good afternoon! Well thanks Mr. Cop, you just made my day! And I bet I made you think that you did because I said "Thank You." Are you kidding me? I don't know why I said such an absurd thing? Brian Regan could relate to me on that one.

So ticket in hand I drive 40 mph the rest of the way to Target. I get there and thinking my day had just gotten a little better I see an open parking spot in the very front. So I take it, go shop around, and come out to realize that where I had parked there was half chipped blue and yellow paint on the cement. Nice Mekelle. Nice. I could have taken it from 1 ticket today, to 2 tickets or maybe even a boot or tow. Thank goodness i was only in Target for 5 minutes, knowing I had better get out of there since all of my "fun" spending money will now be going to the state of UT.

So, in an attempt to save money today, I ended up spending more. And for once I can say I should have gone to the mall and gotten those shoes!