So tonight I only had one single kid with me. The oldest one. The one who needed swim trunks like IMMEDIATELY. I love hurry shopping. Not. At the checkout they always try to sell me on the Red Card or whatever and I always say no. They pester me and I say no, my husband says no and that he doesn't like saving money. (sidenote: Mr. Kerrie says they have never asked him about the Red Card, which I don't get because I thought they asked EVERYONE)
So tonight I was in a hurry and I just said, "No, my husband won't let me."
And this young girl looked at me and asked, "He won't LET you?"
And I said, "Well, he LETS me homeschool and run several businesses from home so he's not entirely oppressive. It's just the Red Card."
You can blame my parents for my sense of humor where I like to mess with people and don't take a whole lot seriously! I didn't mean to make myself sound like a simp or anything; it's just that I haven't been with Mr. Kerrie for almost 20 years by ignoring everything he says and being entirely selfish 100% of the time. AND ... you can call yourself a feminist all you want and I'm cool with that. I am one of those myself ... it's all about the choice to live how you want, right? Except you're going to be a divorced feminist with a horribly broken family if you think you always have to have your way and win every fight. Don't worry; I fight the fights that are worth fighting to me and the Target Red Card just isn't one of them.
|Honestly, Mr. Kerrie puts up with me and I'm not sure why. He even LETS me keep this messy office space in the corner of our kitchen so I can homeschool and work.|