twenty.

I like the weekend because I have "me" time...where I can lay around in my pj's (original plan for today) or I can hop in the car and go browse Barnes & Noble or my favorite fabric shop, or the flea market. I don't have to make small talk, I can be completely incognito (oh, ok then. Antisocial.)

It's not that I don't like people. Really. It's more that I spend 8+ hours of the weekdays surrounded by 25 of them, and I spend most of that time talking. Sometimes I just like to...be.

But these days I've been limiting the me-trips because the economy's crunch is getting personal. Oy.

I decided to treat myself today and venture back out but limit myself to one Andrew Jackson. For the day.


Now I'm all excited thinking about ways to stuff as much into old Andy as possible. Starbucks? I think not. I'll make my own at home and take it along. That's a cool 4 Georgie-Boy's saved.
New book at BN? Maayyybeee. But I can find loads of em at the flea market for 2 bucks. (Erm, still going to BN because you never know when you might run onto handsome boy-who-reads-soulmate.)

I'll admit though, the fabric & pattern store IS a problem. Hmmm. I'll get back to you on that one.


I plan to document the day, so I'll report back later with my loot.

Wanna play along? Join me for a 20-dollar Saturday (or whatever day you like to wander out with the masses.) How much can YOU buy for 20 bucks??

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