Try to eat a smuggled-in turkey sandwich while watching a matinee of The Wrestler. You will have trouble doing so. Moreover, you won't want to eat a turkey sandwich again for a long, long time. I can see why this movie is powerful and special -- acting, tragic antihero, fascinating glimpse into a bizarre subculture, etc., but I had to be ready at all moments to cover my eyes which made it hard to hold the sandwich. There was the stapling scene, the vomiting scene, the bug spray scene, the hand-in-meat-slicer scene, and the degrading sex with skanky woman in public bathroom scene, which was possibly the most upsetting of all.
Ending this budget stuff at the end of the month, as it is not fun or interesting, but I want to make it until April 30:
turkey sandwich $4.99
sushi dinner w. Mark62.40
Here is a piece in USA Today about gardening with which I fully agree, having reached the end of my puny soil amending strength. Now I have to enlist/bribe my husband or hire someone. I just don't shovel fast enough or deep enough and at this rate it will be August before the beds are done.