I should have started with the advance bit,
since that’s what I’m going to talk about first.
In case you missed it,
I got a book deal,
and with that comes an advance.
I cannot tell you how much
(I would get in BIG trouble!)
but I can tell you how I’m going to spend it.
Paying off credit cards.
I know, it’s not romantic,
but it needs to be done.
I need to be out of credit card debt,
and there is little else that I want right now.
But you’ve heard of people who buy themselves a little something with their advance, right?
Don’t worry, I’m going to be one of those people too.
I plan on buying a piece of art
(probably from an illustrator friend),
an ornament related to the story
(no timeline on this one, just waiting for the perfect ornament to come along!)
and something for me.
Well, I found my something for me yesterday.
Some friends bought some furniture at a Habitat For Humanity REstore.
Do you know about these?
They have lots of great furniture, home improvement supplies, and other fun stuff.
The money you spend goes to help Habitat 🙂
My friends bought a dresser and a table,
and needed help moving them.
Since Danny has a Jeep, we volunteered.
I knew going in would be DANGEROUS,
but I reminded myself I only WANTED to buy two pieces of furniture in the near future:
a desk,
and a great bookshelf, possibly two.
I asked about bookshelves.
Turns out they get them in almost everyday,
and they’re gone within an hour.
I guess that means Santa Cruz is reading a lot,
but it doesn’t make it any easier for me to get a bookshelf.
So, I started to look for a desk.
and found the PERFECT one!
Here it is:
There was no price tag.
I was sort of panicking, because by now
(two minutes into meeting the desk)
I was convinced that I needed it,
and if I didn’t get it, that I would never find another one like it ever again.
A guy came by.
“Do you need help?”
“Yeah, just want to know how much this is.”
“Ok, I can check with a guy in the back, you can just come with me if you want…”
then he took one look at how close I was standing to the desk,
“or just stay here. That’s fine too.”
Before the guy came back,
the lady at the register came over.
“Oh, that? We used to have a little one, and this is the big one.
It’s 250, but I’d take 225.”
The second she walked away the guy came back with the other guy.
Since I’m a completely honest person, I told him we’d already gotten a quote for the price.
“But we’d like to see what you come up with,” I said tentatively, hoping he’d take it as a challenge.
He did.
He looked it over, pulled out all the drawers,
and talked about it aloud.
“Classic style, nice craftsmanship, probably made in the 70’s…I’d say 225.”
“You were so close!” I cried. “The other woman said 250!”
Then he looked at me with a very serious face and said,
“If you tell me a good joke I’ll let you have it for 200.”
I warned him the only jokes I knew were cheesy kid ones, so I’d give him three.
I’ll let my tweets tell the story from here:
So overall it was a very fun experience!
After I bought the desk, I found this fun chair.
Here’s what it looks like so far in my room, though I plan on REALLY filling this bad boy up!
I was looking for more of a plain desk, but I just fell in love with this one.
And you should always trust yourself when you fall in love on a Thursday 🙂
Have any go-to cheesy jokes?
I’d love to hear them 🙂
Until next time,
learn some cheesy jokes!
KE
How fun to have the extra $. You’ve made me curious to the amt, but I know it’s a secret. Good reason to have jokes on hand.
I wanna see the chair!
I’m so glad you can pay off your credit card debt with your advance … I bought a car with mine. (It was perfect timing because I NEEDED a new car!)
I have a funny story similar to the “Nacho Cheese” joke. My first pet was a beautiful white cat with green eyes. My parents and I got him when I was three, and the very first thing I asked was, “Is it a man cat or a woman cat?” “It’s a man cat; it’s a boy cat,” my mom told me, and after that, we started calling him Mr. Kitty. By the time my dad came up with “Nacho” as a name for him, because his former owner said he ate nacho doritoes, we were all calling him Mr. Kitty. That’s what we called him most of the time, but sometimes I called him Nacho. I guess his first name was Nacho and his last name was Kitty, and I was the only person in my family on a first name basis with him. As my fiance recently pointed out, though, calling him “Nacho Kitty”sounds like we’re saying, “He’s Nacho Kitty! He’s our kitty!” That’s the story of Nacho Kitty.
Here’s some jokes:
What do you say to a soldier in shining armor when it’s time to go to bed?
Night night, Knight!
Why is six afraid of seven?
Because seven eight nine!