Who’s afraid of price adjustments?

My accountant (if I had one) would be very happy to hear that I am super-concientious about using my Bank of America Rewards Mastercard to make all my purchases (I even use it for unnecessary purchases). Last month I earned (watch that money working for me) a $50 gift card to Macy’s, which I chose because I wanted to find Easter dresses for the 3 monsters.

I made several trips to the mall in search of the perfect Easter dresses. These trips were torturous in the extreme, mostly because Tara has moved back to Arizona and isn’t here to see me pretend to enjoy shopping. On my second trip to Macy’s, I saw that the bibs I’d bought for Spot had been discounted 25%; I was incensed–one day later and I could have saved $3.50 (I know, expensive bibs, huh? but they were kind of free, and also they were supposed to be waterproof, which they weren’t, which was even more maddening than the $3.50).

I dithered, but finally, on my third trip to Macy’s (there was also the matter of finding a Macy’s with Spot’s dress in the right size–size 12 months for my 6 month old dumpling), I marched up to Customer Service and asked humbly for a price adjustment. Imagine my delight when I was also adjusted for the shirt I’d found for myself on that first trip.

Now I had two Easter dresses, a cute shirt, purple bibs (including a striped one!), and a $10.22 price-adjustment gift card to show for my original $50 reward. Then Dick had Good Friday off today, and we went to the mall. I self-sacrificingly offered him the $10.22 towards a new pair of sandals, his old pair (dating from our honeymoon) having been lost at sea (literally–Sally threw one of them off the pier while fishing last fall).

Dick is very picky, which, since it led him to being satisfied with the same pair of flip-flops for 8 years, isn’t such a bad thing, but also led him to reject everything on offer tonight. So I got a new pair of flip-flops. At first he was a little not-supportive, since they were marked at 29.99 and we had just bought a new digital camera (did I mention we stopped at Best Buy on our way to the mall?).

But the god of shopping (goddess?) was smiling once again, and my husband-defying-purchase paid off when the cashier rang me up for $14.43. Don’t you love my new $4.21 shoes? I could almost (almost) wear these puppies to church. Plus they make me taller.

I think our new camera (a Nikon 6.0MP) should be tax deductible as it replaces a stolen item. I told Dick we were not discussing whether we could buy a camera, but which camera to buy. The girls are getting older every day. If we don’t take pictures today, that picture will never be taken. Don’t you love my shoes?