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To Buy or Not to Buy

I did it...I pulled the trigger on a purchase I've been denying myself for years. I bought a Keurig and I flat out refuse to feel bad about it nor feel guilty for it. My husband made me postpone so much of my wants and desires in my life.

I cannot blame him entirely. I blame myself for working so hard for his approval. I knew it made good economic sense when I wanted to buy one when they first came out but he thought it frivolous. I argued the savings versus buying prepared drinks at Starbucks. He argued that I should give up Starbucks altogether and I tried. Instead I used a donated espresso machine that was tedious and time-consuming and added my own cream and syrup. This was a poor substitute that I eventually abandoned in favor of the convenience and joy of hitting my local Starbucks.

Again, with receipts in hand and numbers crunched, I had proof that it was a good decision for us. He deflected saying we would shop different brands. We looked at the Nespresso at Sur La Table of all places. I was ready to buy although I knew it would be a pricier way to go in the end. I mean look at who carries them, high end stores like Williams Sonoma and such. Again, he says no. Again, I obey.

That was 3 years ago and I'm finally saying enough!I bought myself the Kuerig.

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