I asked Peggy if she would drive to the airport with me so I could leave a car for Denis. She said yes. 🙂 After leaving the car, we planned go to the mall. Well, Denis comes back on Thursday, not Wednesday, so I’ll be able to pick him up. There’s no chapel on Thursday!
But Peggy and I went to the mall anyway. We went to Arundel Mills Mall. It’s a giant, new-ish mall south of Baltimore. She felt bad for not resisting on some purchases, thinking that when Lauren and I post about “just putting it down”, we’re talking about something we do all the time. Silly Peggy. We hardly ever resist the impulse to spend money!
We had lunch at Dave & Busters, a giant sports bar/bowling alley/game room. Peggy wanted to play Skee Ball because it was a favorite of hers. She let me play one game. I had the most amazing beginner’s luck. I got the ball into the biggest scoring slot twice! It was amazing! I didn’t play again. In fact, I think I may never play again in my whole life. How would I ever top that?
I ended up winning five hundred tickets, but they didn’t buy anything. All we could have gotten was a plastic finger that made farting noises when you pulled on it. Peggy gave the tickets to some kid.
I love Skee Ball! I should put one in the basement! Or the living room.
As far as the ‘put it down’ thing goes – what are you talking about? I don’t buy stuff all the time! Yesterday we went to Home Depot and I didn’t buy an oven, or a kitchen sink, or a chandelier, or a fireplace. (The key is to ‘want’ stuff that’s too heavy, then give in to the little stuff.) 🙂
The only thing that puts a hole in the “little stuff” philosophy is Target. You go there for one piece of “little stuff” that’s on sale and find 20 “little stuff” that are all on sale. Before you know it, you’ve spent $150!!
Ha … I’ve always wanted one for my basement too. I’ve even looked into it. And I want a real one like in the arcades, not a mock BJ’s one. They’re only a few thousand dollars. Thus far, I have resisted buying one. Come on Lauren, you get your teardrop & I’ll have a Skeeball machine installed. Bring the waffle maker, I’ll bring the butter & we’ll never be seen again.
Done!
Oh and Brad—I think you’ve had that horseshoe long enough now … time to pass it on …
(Note: Please wash & sterilize 1st)
YOU GAVE UP A FARTING FINGER??? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU??? WE TEACH MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!
That finger thing could never replace the “grand-pa” finger which really worked……Did that ever happen to you? I thought it was something that was passed from generation to generation…..
Aunt Bev 🙂