And while the idea of hoarding away thousands of dollars when its already difficult to hoard away ten dollars to buy a slice of pizza and a Diet Pepsi at the end of the week might have seemed outrageously daunting, thanks to Bossy's Daily Poverty Party, it's only slightly outrageously daunting.
And that's because I've vowed to cut corners. Because every dollar that I don't spend on me now, I can spend on me at the wedding.
But with the price tags of the reception and the hotel and the music and the dress and the rings and the invitations and the gifts and the weekend stay at the psychiatric hospital all swarming around my head like nasty little hornets who gang together and sing Sweet Caroline over and over in my ears and did I mention I hate Sweet Caroline, it's enough to drive someone
So the first order of corner cutting business is taking place now, which is about the time of year I would usually take my running inside at my local gym where I give them armfuls of money so I can use their treadmills while I watch TV and walk around with people who drink powder muscle mixes and say things like chicks, man and let's pump some iron and work it, girl because it's just too cold for normal people to run outside because we all know I hate the cold the way some people hate boiled ham.
But not this year. This year I will
So yeah. This is going to