I’d write something today, but …
Someone has stolen my chair.
So, yesterday, I took a trip to Staples. And walked out with a box containing ten reams of paper. That’s 5,000 sheets of paper.
That should keep me and Miss B supplied–at least for a little while. I think that’s enough for her to create an entire paper world, complete with its own paper ecosystem.
I also wandered into the clearance section and wandered back out with white boards in silly shapes and singing pens–all fifty cents each. Uh, these would be for the kids, not me.
In the end, I walked out without causing too much damage to my wallet. Still, even with clearance prices and rebates on paper, Staples is a dangerous place for a writer.
4 responses to “Temptation, thy name is Staples”
I always get into trouble whenever I go into either an office supply store or a craft store. It’s ridiculous. I end up leaving with so many things I really do not need. Back-to-school sales are especially dangerous!
I’m not allowed into office-supply stores without an appropriate escort.
And by “appropriate escort” my husband means “a huge, angry bear holding my wallet in his teeth.”
Singing pens? Ooh, the temptation.
It is, indeed. I went and spent my rewards coupon there this morning.