Spin Has NEVER Thought Of Me As Cheap. Until Now.

For years I’ve been asking Spin for a budget, (I know, how stupid am I?!)  and he’s finally given me one.

But there’s a problem.  Because the one he gave me?

Is cutting into my alcohol consumption.

And I can’t think of worse timing.

For real.

So I prayed about it.  “Jesus, it’s me, Soliloquy.  Listen, I know how you felt about your wine, so I’m counting on you here. Not all of us have the ever convenient miracle working skills to turn our water into wine. (Or at least the faith by which to do it.) Which is fine.  We’re in a drought here in Georgia anyway, so in an attempt to conserve water, I’m willing to drink wine instead.  But I’m going to need you to come through on that Jehovah Jireh thing.  My provider. ‘Kay?  Thanks.”

And do you know??? He answered!!!

I was in the liquor store the other night to pick up a bottle of my favorite wine as a thank you gift for a neighbor.

(I bought one for me too.)

((But if I’m being honest, unless I get up and take it to her NOW, she may get a pan of brownies instead. Just sayin’…..  I can part with brownies, but in these tough economic times, my wine is a valuable commodity.  She may have to do more than loan me a carseat, if you know what I’m sayin’.))

So yah, the liquor store.

You know, I always always always pick the longest line.  It’s a curse.  And I would say that I should just pick the one that is the opposite of the one I’d get in first, but it doesn’t work that way.  Karma chases me down like stink on a skunk.

I like to think of it as character building.  The other night, though?  It was providential.

I figured I was safe.  The lady in front of me only had two bottles of wine to pay for.  Simple, right?

Wrong.  “Price check on Register 1.” (GRRR!)

So we waited.  $89, by the way.  Which apparently was a great price, because she decided to take two more.

So we waited some more for a clerk to retrieve the high end stuff from under refrigerated lock and key.

Her total?  $408.

FOR FOUR BOTTLES OF WINE!!!

That’s like $25 a glass. (Gah – those mad 4th grade math skillz are handy.)

In THIS economy!!!

Who does that??

I’ll tell you who doesn’t!  ME!  I suddenly don’t feel so bad about my $13 bottle of Gewurstraminer.  Nor am I inclined to continue to drink the $6 bottle of gut-rot that’s better than nothing, budget or not.

I am inclined to rationalize my perspective on this teeny tiny portion of the new budget, though.  It’s clearly providential.

See? Sometimes, cheap is good.