I think there should be a law against posting Amazon sales on blogs. And if there were, I would SO be turning Sarah in to the authorities right now.
Against all the rules of logic, decency and good budgeting (when I should be crimping against the eventuality of buying a few little things, like a HOUSE), I am now checking my inbox every five minutes to when THIS:
… is going to ship.
Yes. I just posted a picture of a kitchen appliance that is larger than any posted photo of my son. I am SUCH a paradigm of Martha-Stewart domesticity. Only I picture Martha as the white appliance type. I prefer jet black, or even a racy red. I like to live dangerous like that.
I am rationalizing my moment of impulse-buy indulgence by the fact that the price has gone up $50 overnight since I purchased it. And I still have a $20 rebate to claim. It’s a baaaah-gan.
And if you ask why a family of three needs a food processor with a 12-cup capacity, you will get the same blank stare you would if you asked a balding, paunchy, middle-aged man why he needs a red Corvette convertible.
Because it’s sexy, baby.