Me on the day we received our W-2s in interoffice mail: Yeah! Now we can do our taxes.

My co-worker: Why were you an English major? You like doing taxes.

I can tell I’m feeling better after having the flu last week: tonight I finished watching season one of Veronica Mars (I highly recommend it, by the way, and am currently lending it out to a friend. Get in line if you’re interested; I’ll put you on the list.), did laundry, and organized my desk. I’ve been itching to play some Civ IV again too.

Also, I’m going to buy a new board game and/or card game or two. Anybody have a preference? I’m looking for input. So far, I’m leaning toward Bang! and Loot. These are both short-to-medium length card games. Or, we could always use another Cheapass game.

Went to the Worm Ranch for dinner. We kept hearing from my cousin, my parents, my co-workers, that the Worm Ranch has wonderful food. Though it’s all of a mile from our house, we had not gotten there yet. Check that off the list. Done. The verdict: delicious taco wagon food minus the taco wagon. Big veggie burritos for less than a meal at Taco Bell. I am definitely a fan.

Scientific proof that, despite what the spouse thinks, I am not the only tightwad in the world; and we outnumber the spendthrifts.

I prefer, of course, to believe that I make logical decisions about money. It’s alarmingly true that I don’t like to spend money even when I need to: I would just rather save it. (I’m somewhat in a quandry on this whole vacation thing: we’ve been saving for the five-year anniversary and now I’m twitching at the amount of money I anticipate we’re going to blow on the trip, but I realize that we really should go on vacation since leaving home and going somewhere fun and therefore spending money is in fact the purpose of the exercise. But airplane tickets and rental cars and hotels are expensivo. Grrr.)
The spouse could easily disagree, since I do enjoy spending money: I like to spend it to watch the balance on our mortgage go down. It’s quite giddy fun. And I do like to spend money frivolously: on coffee. Maybe that’s why I was at work until 8:30 last night: to get enough overtime so I can buy more coffee.? And make the mortgage balance go down.
On the spendthrift front, there are women who spend cash to hide large-dollar purchases from their spouses.

And Obama officially declared that he’s going to officially declare that he will run for the office of the oval office.

. . . what I wore to the grocery store tonight. I can almost pretend that it’s spring, which is what my daffodils believe already. They’re poking their heads out of the ground. On the nickel-and-diming front, I got a $.05 credit at Super One for using my cloth bag that I’ve had for months and can never remember to take to the store with me. That’s half a cup of water at Taco Bell. On the depressing side of food things, I read tonight that a 7-layer burrito at Taco Bell yields 520 calories and 22 grams of fat. I won’t go into the nutritional value of my favorite meal at the Old Spaghetti Factory. Sigh.