Mr. EWP and I were sitting around coming up with resolutions and working on the family budget. Those two things are pretty intertwined this year. I'm taking less cabs and Mr. EWP is golfing less. No, I am not a terrible wife who is making him stop golfing. It's just he golfs every weekend, sometimes two or three times a weekend. That is a more expensive hobby than my shoe obsession. He's scaling it back this year to every other week, which is still more than most people go golfing, so I think he'll survive. Oh, and in addition to his weekly golf outing, he would also hit the driving range three times a week. We've limited that to once a week. Who knows, I might actually see my husband this summer.
In the midst of our frugal resolutioning, we tossed around ideas and Mr. EWP goes, "And you'll have to start buying Herbal Essence shampoo or something like that." My heart stopped, my lip quivered, my eyes welled up.
"HAHA, I got you so good! You should've seen your face! You can buy whatever shampoo you want. " *PHEW*
No one, but no one messes with my hair products.
