So, as you all know, I've been trudging through The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath for some time now (I don't even want to go back and look at what date the intro for this book was posted... I'm just going to be embarrassed). It's not that I dislike Sylvia Plath... it's just that it's really hard to read the journals of someone as troubled as her without being in "the mood" (and by "the mood", I mean without a razor blade and a bottle of cheap gin at your side). And it being her journal, there's no plot or storyline that is driving you through. So basically, you have to go on sheer determination. And my determination lately hasn't spread further than "must finish season 2 of American Horror Story"!
So... yeah, it took awhile. Every night, Husband would curl up with his brand new Kindle (reading Tom Sawyer like a good little boy) and would ask me if I was going to read more Sylvia. Nope! I'm going to watch Friends. Or I'm going to read It (yes, Pennywise the Clown seemed more relaxing at bedtime than reading Plath's ramblings). And boy, could I feel the judgment wafting over me from his side of the bed.
Last week, I was focusing on Joey and Chandler instead of Sylvia and Ted, when Husband said "I have a proposition for you". He told me that he would give me $20 if I finished the book by the end of the day Monday. Now, if you know me... you know I'm kind of a whore for money. I rarely have cash on me. And I love me some Starbucks. I did the math and $20 would buy me 6.06 Cafe Mistos (my drink of choice)! The lesson here: I can (cheaply) be bought.
So, of course you know that I procrastinated and left Sylvia until yesterday (aka, The Day of Truth). But I was financially (and caffeine-ly) motivated. And you know...
I FINALLY FINISHED THAT MOTHERFUCKING BOOK!
I have yet to collect... but you know I will! I'm not one of those wives who'll be all "Oh honey, I don't want to take your money!" He will hand it to me and I'll say "cha-CHING!" and be on my merry way.