I got caught today. That didn't take long. I tried to play dumb, waiting to see if he REALLY knew. He did. What, does he have a PI? How did he find out so quickly?
I confessed. Sort of.
It felt good to get it off my chest. Although, I don't regret doing IT.
I can't take it back. All sales final, unless he's willing to pay a restocking fee, which he's not.
Darn Dave Ramsey and your stupid CASH ONLY LIFESTYLE rules! Darn you and your little envelopes. Darn the ccard company that has an online notification system, of which I was ney privy to, that *DINGS* DH's email EVERY. FREAKIN. TIME. THERE'S A PURCHASE!!!
~~~Hark, there's a knock at the door. Could it be here already? Pitter Patter, Flutter Flatter goes my heart.~~~
Nope, it was just the stinkin' exterminator dude checking for termites.
Anyway, I apologized, shed a tear, and promised never to adulter-ize my budget again. Yada, yada, yada.
Good thing only two of the yummy fabric orders went through today. Tomorrow is another day. I'll deal with that then.