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Silly.

I've got to get to cleaning... we're hosting bible study tonight and there are several things I need to do before the crowds arrive. Mainly the floors. We all know how much I hate mopping and vacuuming. I seriously need a housekeeper. Just once a week to do the floors... wouldn't that be lovely?

I can't mop just yet though, because I spilled some dog food on the floor as I was emptying the last shipment into our dog food bin and I'm waiting for Gracie to finish eating it. I know - I could sweep it up. But this gives me time to blog while she eats. Silly me. This is some of the best procrastinating I've done all week.

I'm proud of myself today. I met with a financial planner about opening up an individual Roth IRA. Asia and I have other accounts, but I want to do something myself... something with my own money. I want to get to retirement age and be able to say "this is something I did all by myself." Silly, maybe. But important to me.

I have to tell you though, because I think I should tell someone. Mr. 'Edward Jones Financial Advisor' flirted with me. Yep. It's been years since anyone flirted with me. Silly. He said he thought I was 25 years old. (yea, right!) And he said he was glad I finally came in to set up my account and was done blowing him off. And I said I was glad too, since then he'd stop harassing me. Oh my goodness. Do I need to ask forgiveness? Never mind. The point is: it feels a little bit good to still be flirt-worthy, but I'm not going to leave my sweet husband and shack up with Mr. Financial Advisor. Don't worry about that. (Mostly because I like the sound of Cathy Goins WAY more than the sound of Cathy Financial Advisor.)

I simply cannot believe how many of you will comment for a prize. Silly people. Seriously though. I'll pick someone (randomly) tomorrow and you'll get a little goody from Spo-kane, Washington. Won't that be fun? And no, Brooke does not get multiple entries just for commenting more than once. (Sorry, sweetie. You know I love you. But that's cheating.)

Okay. The dog food is gone and I'm off to mop.
Wish me luck.



Comments

  1. you really should award to those who are willing to comment without a bribe!

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  2. Anonymous10:33 AM

    I am cracking up now!
    I have one of those kinda guys at Costcos... life is so funny...
    Now go clean those floors! LOL

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