I decided that, after a week of spending money every day (even it was only about $3), I needed a day of buying nothing. That day was today.
![Arbor Day Cupcakes](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/4148618069_f6a59dae9d.jpg)
![Cupcake Party 2009](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2505/4149380100_a46f8066a5.jpg)
Yesterday could have been the day, too, but I needed to get gas for my car. A stupid, necessary evil.
![Meat Cupcakes](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2784/4148628757_39875cc123.jpg)
![Excited at the Cupcake Party](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2557/4148618703_b43881562d.jpg)
Anyway, so today I resolved not to spend any money. It definitely felt like I had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other—I wanted stuff all day long.
![Making Gravy](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4149400392_a1847a1750.jpg)
![Daub the Guinea Pig](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2769/4148644601_ec6035b9fe.jpg)
![Ann and Jason](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2527/4148671597_f3df6f33e5.jpg)
Coworker Jen wanted company to Target over lunch. I said I would go, but I couldn’t buy anything. When we got there I had resolved that if they had the right kind of filter for my vaccuum (which I was 98% sure they wouldn’t) that I would buy it. And I would buy some socks.
![Iowa sunset](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4149439438_3bebfe7272.jpg)
Of course, they did not have the filter.
![Clarice the Chicken](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2602/4148688765_e987130f04.jpg)
![Christopher and Alex play Wii](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2565/4148690777_e15f9713ec.jpg)
![Dried Up Flower](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4148714047_a3635b13a6.jpg)
So I looked at socks and I looked at toys and I looked at movies and video games. I also looked at purses and long underwear*. And I wanted to buy so many things, but I refrained.
![National Balloon Museum](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2743/4148715953_951e725ef8.jpg)
![Setting Free](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2589/4149484040_541d1f8571.jpg)
At the end of the day I started thinking about dinner. I thought about how much I wanted pizza (from Pizza Man, yum-yum-yummy!) but I think Jason and I will order one tomorrow night. So I wanted Chipotle instead, but now I always think about calories and carbohydrates and my brain totally ruins these kind of cravings for me.
![Balloon Pins](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/4148759115_28024ceff7.jpg)
![Balloon Stained Glass](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2615/4149539150_655be720f3.jpg)
Instead I went to the gym (even though I didn’t want to—yet another internal battle) and then I went home, where I ate brats. If I had spaghetti sauce I would’ve had spaghetti and garlic bread (which would’ve induced a two-hour nap, for sure).
![Balloons in Indianola](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2575/4149554672_8440de5f76.jpg)
And now it’s 11 p.m. and blah blah blah I’m rambling.
![Dave eats a Ham Sandwich](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4165477550_8bacb09c51.jpg)
![Jason points at the Ham Sandwich that I am eating](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4165490434_f4ded98489.jpg)
Tomorrow I will go back to spending money (on pizza and Redbox rentals, at least) and Sunday I have brunch plans, followed by a trip to the Mall of America. I’m not buying anything there, though, unless it’ll be an awesome Christmas present for someone.
![Taiwanese Bath Bomb](http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4164735521_ecf695e1f0.jpg)
P.S. None of the photos posted with this story are actually related to the story. In case you couldn’t tell.
![Taiwanese Bath Bomb Toy](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4165500528_42c90306fb.jpg)
* Side note: How have I lived in the Midwest all of my life and never owned long underwear? It’s friggin’ cold here in December and January.
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