You all know I’ve been trying to stop the madness with my credit cards so I decided to employ the “stick them in the freezer” method so it’s a little harder to get to them. It works pretty well. Of course, it was completely accidental that my Amex is suspended face down in this iceberg so I can still read it should I need to. Ya know, in case of a QVC emergency. So, we’re going on vacation to the Grand Canyon with my mom and my sister, and this morning I get panicky and decide I should really take my MasterCard just in case. Just in case what? I get separated from my mommy in Las Vegas? Now I’m running around taking care of last minute stuff so I throw the plastic container that holds the block of ice that cradles my credit cards into the microwave and press auto defrost. Seven minutes later the block of ice is not defrosted so I throw it in the sink and run hot water on it. I pry my MasterCard out of the ice and it is destroyed. All cracked and buckling. Holy #%#^*! What am I gonna do? I’m screwed! The trip is ruined!! I’m starting to panic. Ok, deep breaths. I’m fine. My husband has his credit card if we need it. My mom certainly has hers if there is a slot machine disaster, and the whole point of this to begin with was if we don’t have the money, we don’t need it. This does not stop me from stopping at the ATM and seeing if the card still works, however. It doesn’t. A strange peace comes over me. I won’t be taking out large sums of money to play video poker or buy t-shirts that say “my friends went to the Grand Canyon and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”. I will, on the other hand, get to see some beautiful %#^#. And I get to spend a week with my husband, and my mom, and my sister, and if I’m supposed to win big at the slot machine, I’ll have to do it with the change from under my sofa cushions. Priceless.

Life Interrupted carynjune

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