I am a self-admitted grocery shop-aholic but even I can see that one girl spending $370 on groceries for one and a half people (The.Boy and I don’t eat together every night, after all…but when we do, he eats for two so it’s kind of a rough estimate) in one week…is a little much.
No, LITERALLY. It’s a little much.
Which is exactly what I told my credit card company yesterday morning when I, during my almost daily obsessive checking of my bank account and credit card statements, spotted not one.
Not two.
But three fraudulent charges. All made on Tuesday.
Oh yes, little credit card thief…you went to all the trouble of stealing someone’s credit card number and all you got to buy was two hundred dollar’s worth of pantry staples and possibly a whole lot of organic veggies. But probably, since you’re a pretty bad person, I’m imagining (wishing) you to be ugly and artery-clogged…so in all likelihood you bought two hundred dollars’ worth of stale donuts to try to make you feel better about yourself when really, they’re just going to go to your thighs and bring you one step closer to a heart attack. So you needn’t have bothered.
So….apparently I can be a bit vindictive when provoked. It happens.











