OK, so my ATF ***e* is supposed to come over and clean my house tonight. (She usually does other stuff, but honestly I'm alright if she doesn't do it. The house needs a cleaning, badly.) And that's a good thing, because right now I am feverishly trying to find a coupon that gets me a haricut for nine bucks. Nine bucks!
I don't know where the hell that stupid thing is right now. And I knew this would happen. At one point ... uh, over the weekend, maybe, I was contemplating cutting the coupons for both this haircut and this fast food place (either KFC or Burger King, don't remember). And then I thought, "Well, I can do this later." And then I thought, "Man, I hope I remember where I put this, because there's a chance I might forget." And so I put them ... somewhere. It has yet to be found.
I spent a good hour looking everywhere I have clutter in the house. In other words, I looked everywhere in the house for an hour looking for this stupid coupon. No luck.
The coupon expires Friday. Good thing, because ***e*'s coming over tonight, Wednesday I think I need to hit this lauded Central European restaurant in downtown Minneapolis before they close for good this week, and Thursday the Chick-Fil-A that's in the neighborhood opens, so I have to get something from them that day. Push my haircut out as long as possible (and just like I need to get the house cleaned, I need a haircut in the worst way because it's long) and that'll give me as much time as I need to find this sheet of paper. Probably still won't help. This damn thing will hide until I find it after it's expired, I know it.
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