West Texas Mama

1.  Hello, Mr Appliance Installer with tattoos of demons all over your forearms.  Very nice to meet you, please don't kill me. 2.  So sorry for the 5 years of dust and lint under the old washer and dryer.  Oh, and the socks, washcloth, newspaper from when we were potty training the puppy, hair balls, credit card bill I accused El Hubbo of losing, and other nice archival items.  An archaeologist might enjoy digging through this. 3.  I realize you just adjusted the feet to stabilize the units for that very spot, but would you mind terribly moving it six inches to the left? 4.  Yes, I understand that everything I need to know about these things is probably contained in these owner manuals, but I didn't do this much reading for my two college degrees - what makes you think I am going to read these? 5.  I am mezmerized by all the dials and buttons and lights - are you sure I can't call ET at home? 6.  Do you really expect me to remember ...

     In a previous post, I let you in on the fact that I am basically a miser. I can't help it.  I have worked at a job for employers who were not my parents since I was in 5th grade.  If I wanted something extra, my parents figured I had a job, so I could save and pay for it.  I hate shopping.  Unless there is an auction involved, I really don't feel the need to spend money.  Oh, unless it is on western wear.  Definitely have a weakness for western wear.      Spending money requires some serious psyching up for me.  I research prices and look for the best deals.  I search for coupons and sales.  Buying a car is a year-long process for me involving months of research, test driving, negotiating with both local and distant dealerships, creating spreadsheets with my findings, calculating interest rate scenarios, etc.  It is serious work for me.  This drives El Hubbo crazy.   ...