So this went up on the fridge today:
The Brewmaster’s not going to be happy. I was not supposed to clutter up the new fridge.
He may not be too happy about the rest, either. This is the kind of stuff that goes through my head in yoga when I am simultaneously worrying about how I will have enough money to go visit Ballet Boy and why I look pudgy in the mirror.
This way, I figure, we can kill two birds with one stone.
Literally and figuratively tightening our belts.