Dee, Off_Topic ™

I know it's time to redye my hair.  Roots to my platinum blond childhood days resurfaced this morning when I went to turn the stove on and failed to double check I had the right burner on.  As a result I made a grave error:  I ruined my favorite cutting board I picked up on sale earlier this year. 

And as misfortune would have it, it's made of plastic.  So my first thought, besides thinking "Uh! It's stinking up the whole house!," is what it's going to cost me to replace it.

Did I think in terms of money?

No.  Not really.

I thought in terms of gallons of gas.

Weird.

I figure a drive into town would cost me at least two gallons of gas.  And now, as of yesterday, that it's gone up another twenty cents ($3.09/gal).  I figure it can wait to be replaced.

That's not the first time I thought this way.  I was thinking like this a lot yesterday too ... but mostly when my husband called to reconfirm that I wanted my boxes of items for the Hurricane Katrina survivors shipped.  I had already done the calling around trying to see if there are local drop off areas, but the closest one is in Waterbury.  Hmmm.  "Yeah, I'm sure.  Ship it.  The drive to Waterbury is about 6 or 7 gallons of gas."  Thankfully he's in the shipping business or it would have cost 2 gallons just to drop off the boxes.

The news stated last night to expect gas prices to stay in the $3-$4 a gallon for the next six to eight weeks.  I'm thinking it's time to buy a horse.

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