08 November 2009

Forgive me, but

We decided to become CostCo members this weekend. Why the hell not, right? We decided that if all things were in common, we could do several good things for ourselves by becoming CostCo members:
  • Cheaper toilet paper
  • Marginally better food for the same cost in many instances as the cheapest food at Tesco
  • Some American goods that reminds the girls that, even though they don't know it, they are Americans and American kids do stuff like eating pizza and drinking orange soda
  • It gives us something to do once or twice a month.
I was a bit disappointed after we took the plunge — things really aren't that cheap there, but what are you going to do.

After all the drama last week with the damn car, it turns out that the guy who put the damn tyres on the car did not, in his haste to finish, think it necessary to balance the tyres. I have to go back again and hopefully get this taken care of without spending any more damn money.

The good news is that I finally got paid for the teaching I did the last two months which means we are not as badly in the hole as I thought. I knew that we weren't, I knew that the money was coming, but the fact that it is in my account now and not just in my heart and mind is comforting: what can I say.