Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Forget the bank...

I was browsing the online news at lunchtime at found this article:


I am thinking three-fold here: save my life, save my savings, increase my bustiness.

But maybe I had better find a way to make some extra cash to stuff; I want it to work - a Cash in Bra Not Enough to Stop Bullet from Piercing Heart is not the headline I want above my obit. So....I decided to answer the email in my box - which apparently was a reply to some info I had asked for - I mean, why else would the subject line start with re:?

So I ordered the absolutely free (if you do not count the minimal S&H fee and the $60 plus dollars they are going to start deducting from my credit card immediately and every month thereafter....

Ooops, I did it again. When will I learn...there is no such thing as a free lunch or a free trial kit just as there is no hot, hot 50 year old German widower named John Kevin who is just dying to meet me as soon as possible- if only he had $1200 to get his stuff through customs...

but I digress...


I assume everyone has filed their fed, state, and local taxes here in the good ole' U.S.of A...


4 comments:

Winky Twinky said...

HAHA...I love it! My grandmother was always good to have SOMETHING stashed in her bra...either money or tissues...(I know, don't ask me).. Thanks for the memory, she was a character.

Shawn said...

Oh crap, I knew I was forgetting something!

Phillipia said...

Speaking of stuffing thigs in our bras, I am reminded of the time last summer on a girls' weekend in Put-in-Bay; I was dancing on stage with the band (not sure how that happened) but I came off stage with their tambourine and rather than have to give it back at the end of the night, I stuffed it under my shirt and jingled out of there...good times:)

Phillipia said...

Shawn, you still have a couple hours...good luck:)