In response to my shock at how much money we spent on "food & dining," not to mention the "alcohol & bars" budget (wasn't it supposed to be Dry January??!), I am hearby declaring that we are not going out to eat anymore this month. Nor are we going out to drink. Quite simply: we are not going out.
I'm also not going to the grocery until I've eaten that slimey bag of salad in the bottom drawer.
Yes, it's back to pioneer-living in the Kaelin household. No more Saturday morning crepes and croissants ... no lattes or muffins ... no tipping. Ugh, life feels dreary already ...
Honestly, I figured if I didn't declare it publicly in my blog, I wouldn't stand a chance sticking to my goal.
Tonight I will be bringing PB&Js to the Great Flood Brewing Company for my gig wtih Steve Cooley and Larry Raley. I will also not be buying you a drink. Don't tempt me by being nice to me or by being someone I haven't seen in ages. Seriously don't tempt me by being an overtired mama for whom I feel the deepest sympathy. Just bring $5 and buy yourselves a beer, okay? Larry and I will entertain you with George and Tammy duets while you sip your delicious craft beer on a leather couch.
Well, maybe if my tip jar is doing well, I'll buy you one. BUT JUST ONE! One each ...
Oh goodness, this is not going to go very well.
Sigh. Let us remember last Saturday, also known as The Last Croissant.