A Fool and His Money

A Fool and His Money

Groupons are baaaaad. Bad, bad, BAD. Seriously! I haven’t gotten out of bed and I’ve already bought a lechon.

A lechon, for god’s sake!

(But it’s an incredible deal, really. And it’s for my dad. It is!_Well, it can be. His birthday is coming up. We’ll have a small party when I get back from Siargao. Or we could have it tomorrow. Have an advanced celebration. Because I’m definitely having that lechon. Whatever._Here’sthe link. You know you want one too.)

They shouldn’t make it so easy. At the bare minimum, I should at least get out of bed, no? Maybe take a shower, put on some clothes, maybe get out of the house and into a mall? It should take more effort than firing up the laptop and propping up my pillows, no?

I almost bought an entire Ikea kitchen set before 10:30 AM! After I bought the lechon. Geez.

Okay, I’m really getting up now and looking for food… It is noon, after all.