When you are banned from frivolous spending there are only two things you hate more than obviously not being able to spend yourself:
1. Other people that CAN spend frivolously and
2. Spending money for no other reason than simple stupidity.
The latter was me last night.
It's Day 27 and I've found ways to curb my shopping necessities, actually patting myself on my back from time to time to say "Well done Mon, how clever of you to keep your eye on the fashion ball without a dollar leaving your purse. Yay for you!"
Last night was not one of these moments. And most tragically the money wasn't wasted on anything slightly fashionable.
Have you heard of a red-eye flight? They are pretty good in the fact they usually err on the cheaper side of flying. They are pretty bad in the fact that they depart around midnight.
Being from Perth originally, my family and I are familiar with the red eye. But yesterday we weren't all familiar enough to remember that 12.35am isn't actually today midnight... It is yesterday's midnight, hence the first 30mins of today. Feel like you're in the twilight zone yet? Yep, that's how it feels. It sucks. Big time. Even more when you have to shell out for another flight to get home.
The worst thing about this was (yes, it gets worse...) my credit cards are in the safe hands of my husband. I've been on holidays, so like any holiday-er by the end of the trip I have zero cash. If you haven't already guessed I envy you. Yes, I had to ask my Papa Bear (Papa Pickles) to lend his almost-30-year-old-daughter some money so that she could fly home. To her husband. Embarrassing with a capital 'E'.
Being awesome, Dad felt so bad for me he even bought me a peppermint tea to calm my nerves. Dad's are the best, even if they don't always support your shoe buying habits.
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