This is a hazardous time of year for me.  Temptations abound.  The back-to-school sales are starting and even though my children are too old and my grandchild is too young, I can’t resist the lure of brand-spanking new school supplies.  All those spiral notebooks are just waiting to be filled with knowledge —  all those pens and pencils are itching to record wise words….and creative doodles. 

In our family, it has been firmly established that if the kids want PB to do something, all they have to say is, “Aw, come on, Dad!  It’ll be fun!”  However, if I’m the one they are after, the better approach is, “Aw, Mom, come on!  You’ll probably learn something!”

So today, when faced with a store display of Mead College Ruled One Subject spiral notebooks, I caved.  And here’s the clincher: they were 10 cents apiece.  (I didn’t realize until now that there is no “cent” sign key on a laptop keyboard.  How disappointing.)  Ten cents!  My Scottish frugality kicked into high gear and I picked out two of each color.  Ten cents!  I can’t resist anything that costs 10 cents, let alone notebooks.  Unfortunately, the cashier told me there was a limit of ten, so I had to put half of them back.  I don’t know what I was going to do with 20 spiral notebooks.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with 10 spiral notebooks. 

Maybe learn something. 

(Humfph.  “Cent” is not recognized as a word on the spellchecker.  It is insisting that I change the word to “sent” or “scent”.  What is this world coming to?  Guess I just learned something.  Better write it down in one of my new notebooks.)