In case you're wondering, I have been doing my month of service. It's not nearly as glamorous as I had envisioned. Perhaps it's my stage of life right now that's preventing me from doing bigger acts of service for others. And I'm okay with that. There were a few days that I felt really bad about it thinking my little service was lame. But some service is better than no service, right?
In the future, I've decided not to announce such things as this on my blog. Then I don't have to follow through. :P
One thing I have been thinking about doing and actually told Danny and my little sister about is giving up French fries. I told them this about a week ago. Then today, when I was out buying milk, I bought the two middle boys Happy Meals. It was a big deal. We don't buy Happy Meals. It's a waste of money and the toys are crap that will just be donated in next month's 27 fling boogie (flylady-speak). But today we were celebrating being out and not sick (mostly not anyway) and buying milk and being obedient and happy!
So, my point, the French fries. They spoke to me today. They were persistent. And I gave in. I bought myself a little bag of fries with my sandwich for like $1.19 plus tax. And you know what? They were gross. But the frugal-Nazi in me insisted I eat them since I bought them.
Now as I sit here blogging about it, it makes me sick reliving it. Good bye fries. I don't need you anymore.