Another week and no time to take the Weebles to the Mahket. What a shame. I did try to talk Ma into the delivery service.
For new customers, for 60 days, delivery is free! After that, the delivery charge is $6.95 if the order is over $100 or $9.95 if the delivery is under $100. If you are willing to take delivery after the premo time, a buck or two is knocked off the delivery fee. So the delivery fee could end up being $4.95. Five bucks! Less than what it costs me in gas and tolls! And they don't even have to tip the driver if they don't want to.
Ma frowned when I explained this all to her. Frowned mostly because shopping is her only outing, and frowned because she does not want to pay a delivery fee.
"I have a better idea," she said to me. "I can call the order in by phone and have Himself pick up the order on his way home from work. I'll give him the five dollars." She nodded in satisfaction.
Now, I don't begrudge Himself the five bucks, but what about me? I've been hauling Weeble butts to and from the Mahket for two and a half years! Where's my five bucks?
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What a crack-up! Don't you know that it's different for boys? Since my Weebles are clear across the country, I, being in touch with my inner Catholic school girl (at times), do penance by hanging out with my friends' Weebles on the Left Coast (heretofor known as LCW.) I would frequently accompany my friend out to coffee with her LCW, to act as her buffer. Sometimes I would even go alone to coffee with LCW. I was at coffee during the week after one of their family parties my DH & I attended. I was told by LCW 'Oh, I enjoy your husband so much, he's the only one who talks to me.' WTF am I?
Weeblenomics...sigh
Cos, you have me rolling in the aisle. Such a relief knowing I am not alone. Misery loves company.
You know Himself is her favorite...
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