We've been quite the little consumer whores around here lately. Well, mostly me, but Kevin's participated a bit too.
First there was the necklace. Remember that broken wrist I had? The one that happened on company property so it was a worker's comp case? Well, it turns out that I am now permanently 6% disabled, which meant that last month they sent me a neat little check for a tidy sum of money for my permanent disability settlement. I very sensibly used most of it to pay ff that annoying high interest loan I had taken out for JournalCon, but that still left close to $1000 left of it. So I dumped a bunch into our savings and then I went to Tiffany's as fast as my little car would drive me.
I'd been looking for a new everyday necklace, something classic and silver that could be dressed up and dressed down, a necklace that would be quintessentially me. And I found this lovely Elsa Peretti piece. I love her work for Tiffany's; it's so fluid and classy and simple. And I am not at all surprised that this is the one I picked out for myself, because I am cheesy enough to see in it the journey I'm on. Fat on one side, gradually thinning out but still connected to the rounded end; that's me. I'll never be detached from my fat self, you know? And it's perfect...it sits at the just right spot on my neck, and it's a heavy, solid piece of jewelery I can wear every day for the rest of my life if I so choose. A good investment, I'd say.
And then there were the phones. Have I mentioned what crappy service we had on our old phones? It was so bad that we had literally no coverage in our apartment. We would get voicemail notifications but we couldn't call our voicemail. The redial button on my phone was the most used one, simply because calls would get dropped all the damn time. And this was from the company that claims to have the fewest dropped calls, no less. So we wandered into the T-Mobile store and they gladly switched us over to their network and sold us some new fancy phones; I of course had to get the Razr that came with the mp3 player in it because...well, because that's the way I roll. And now we can get phone calls in our apartment! And I can talk to people while I'm driving without calls dropping! And oo, we even got the cool Borg headsets!
Anyway, we've now got most of the accessories of young DINKs, but in our neighborhood, they probably figure we're doing something illegal to get everything we've got. Maybe they think we are hired assasins; I hope so, because then maybe it'll make them make their damn kids stop throwing water balloons at our windows.
First there was the necklace. Remember that broken wrist I had? The one that happened on company property so it was a worker's comp case? Well, it turns out that I am now permanently 6% disabled, which meant that last month they sent me a neat little check for a tidy sum of money for my permanent disability settlement. I very sensibly used most of it to pay ff that annoying high interest loan I had taken out for JournalCon, but that still left close to $1000 left of it. So I dumped a bunch into our savings and then I went to Tiffany's as fast as my little car would drive me.
I'd been looking for a new everyday necklace, something classic and silver that could be dressed up and dressed down, a necklace that would be quintessentially me. And I found this lovely Elsa Peretti piece. I love her work for Tiffany's; it's so fluid and classy and simple. And I am not at all surprised that this is the one I picked out for myself, because I am cheesy enough to see in it the journey I'm on. Fat on one side, gradually thinning out but still connected to the rounded end; that's me. I'll never be detached from my fat self, you know? And it's perfect...it sits at the just right spot on my neck, and it's a heavy, solid piece of jewelery I can wear every day for the rest of my life if I so choose. A good investment, I'd say.
And then there were the phones. Have I mentioned what crappy service we had on our old phones? It was so bad that we had literally no coverage in our apartment. We would get voicemail notifications but we couldn't call our voicemail. The redial button on my phone was the most used one, simply because calls would get dropped all the damn time. And this was from the company that claims to have the fewest dropped calls, no less. So we wandered into the T-Mobile store and they gladly switched us over to their network and sold us some new fancy phones; I of course had to get the Razr that came with the mp3 player in it because...well, because that's the way I roll. And now we can get phone calls in our apartment! And I can talk to people while I'm driving without calls dropping! And oo, we even got the cool Borg headsets!
Anyway, we've now got most of the accessories of young DINKs, but in our neighborhood, they probably figure we're doing something illegal to get everything we've got. Maybe they think we are hired assasins; I hope so, because then maybe it'll make them make their damn kids stop throwing water balloons at our windows.
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Beautiful necklace! My anniversary ring is also a Peretti piece, so you know I like her too.
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