It's not actually halfway on the Can't-Buy-Anything-New experiment, but it sounds REALLY good.
Ha! Some of the people who know the intimate details of our trials and struggles with the blight on mankind known as the Ex Wife have asked if a hitman would qualify as a "thing" or a "service." That would qualify as "tempting, but illegal," which is a category we're just staying away from in general. We are choosing to be philosophical at this point: The worst she can do to us is cost us money. She still has to wake up every day as a horribly bitter & unpleasant person who will be alone her entire life because of her hateful behavior. We are fine. And our attorney can get that boat.
On day 99 (I have those 8 extra days thanks to the mohair episode) , I am buying a pair of flip-flops. I actually despise the things in general and that flopping sound they make, but floors in the shower of our gym are a tad sketchy, and I'm thinking $1.99 would be a good investment to prevent a chronic athlete's foot. (And did you know that athlete's foot is the same as ringworm? We are not discussing how I know this, but I thought it was interesting)
This is a strange, strange experiment. I am lusting after footwear I detest. What exactly are we proving again?
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