So, I’ve been using Wesabe and loving it, and today I was tagging stuff from Dave’s checking, and came across something so out there, that I knew it was an error. I was so sure it was an error, I called the credit union first, to report fraud.

See, back around my birthday, when we were at the lake, Dave mentioned buying a subscription from a door-to-door salesman. Coincidentally, I had JUST read a NYT article talking about the nightmare that is door-to-door magazine sales, so I was like "NO!" But, he said, he just got some Disney Adventure magazine to help whatever (madeup, I’m sure) charity the kid was pitching. So when I saw a check that said "SIXTY-FIVE DOLLARS AND NO CENTS" I was so totally sure that the salesman had penned in a "6" and "SIXTY" that I literally called the CU first. I tried calling Dave, who was home sick today, but he never answered, and the CU needed him to verify that he hadn’t written the check. "Oh, he will, I know he wouldn’t have ordered that."

Yeah.

I was wrong.

OMMFG. Seriously. I just ordered five mag subscriptions (because I do love a good magazine) that totalled less than 40 bucks, by going through a discount service (which I’ve done before). If I’d decided that Ingrid needed a "wacky and exciting monthly magazine focuses on fun and
action-packed adventure covering the world of entertainment, real-life,
comics, sports, technology, and weird science." you know, that is for "children age seven to 14," I’d have bought it online, for $4.45. Not 3 years of Disney Advertising, sorry, ADVENTURES, for SIXTYMOTHERFUCKINGFIVE DOLLARS.  OR! I’d have bought two years of Babybug, but when I was buying the mags recently, I thought Babybug might be better next year, so I got "Wild Animal Baby" instead, since WAB is 1/3 the price of Babybug.

Evenbetter, just LAST NIGHT we were talking about money, and Dave was questioning how much I spend at Target, and I had to remind him that TARGET is where I buy our TARGET diapers, and TARGET wipes and TARGET toilet paper, etc. So, yeah, I do go to Target regularly, but it’s not like I’m buying silly shoes or something. The crow is being served on a silver platter, tonight, for sure.

I mean, I know I’m lucky that the things that have made me most angry with my husband in seven years are limited to two, and both were done with the best intentions: "Wetsanding the plaster in the hall will be quicker, and not expose my very pregnant wife to harmful dust for as long!" and "Ingrid likes books and will like a magazine and this guy is trying to earn money to go to college to help burn victims!" But still. SIXTYFIVE DOLLARS. AND, I will be very surprised if we EVER even SEE a copy of Disney Adventures, based on the pages of google results for the company he made the check out to.

Thank god it’s the weekend. I brought my pretty MBP home to play with. Yay!