BINGO!

This is our new favorite family word. Bingo. Very under utilized. When something is really difficult and you finally get it, like winning a law suit against your insurance company or your next door neighbor- BINGO! My daughter had a Hello Kitty birthday party. As a gift she received a little pink sock monkey. From the same person she received a Hello Kitty metal lunch box purse. She named the monkey Bingo and he lives in the box. She carries him around and we check on him from time to time to see if he needs food, water, wants to play or talk. That's where Bingo came from but when its 4:55 on Friday afternoon on the last day of the month and your banker calls to tell you your big deal just closed. Bingo!

Tagging

Or rather un-tagging. I never took a tag off anything why? I don't know. Not because it was cool remember the early to mid ninety's when leaving your tags on was cool? Not like that. I just never did. All of a sudden it bugs the piss out of me and there is tags on everything, they have to go. Part of my recent scissor fetish I suppose. So I set out around my house to de-tag everything. EVERYTHING. Clothes,towels,toys,oven mitts, towels, pillows and mattresses (yes I know it's against the law!) everything! Tags have to go. Before I absolutely had to have the tags ON. My husband would ask, "hunny could you please cut this tag out of my shirt?" I would reply "NO! No way, what if I forget how to wash it? What if I need the ironing directions or need to check the fabric content?" Of course you are not allowed to cut that itchy tag out of your shirt nor are the children. The baby must suffer to. Never mind that we have a full time housekeeper who does all of our laundry and doesn't speak a work of English.

Free Stuff

I don' t know what it is but free stuff just thrills me to death. Free samples. Free downloads. Free trials. Free. Free. FREE. Why? What is the psychological allure? I have plenty of money to buy more than these tiny little sample sizes that some times don't appear in my mailbox six to eight weeks after I have completed a ten minute survey.  It takes soo much time, and time and everyone knows time is money. They always come at some cost, in fact, my email address, being "friended" on Facebook (before I went on my Facebook protest to be discussed later). Hmmm....so why then why am I so absolutely delighted to open my box and find my mini cosmetic or packet of flavored instant coffee?