HOW DID I GET INTO THIS?

I can get into messes and deals without trying!

This contemporary story happened a few weeks ago. Most of the time I know how I arrived in messes, mostly because I can't say "no" to certain causes, overbook myself, etc., etc., and then get miffed with my wimp of a backbone.

However this ditty is a little different, and even funny to me, even though the joke (which isn't the correct word) is on me.

First I have to assure my housekeeper who is directly involved that I am in no way questioning this deal, trust her completely and this scenario has provided my friends with a comeback to just about anything I propose.

Recently we helped said housekeeper (HK) transport an older car from Missouri to Arkansas so she would have transportation. She lives on a very austere budget. The nice looking older car need a repair axles or something, so it had to be loaded on a trailer, not towed behind a vehicle.

Her very old van died in Calico Rock or thereabouts where it now is the pride (said facetiously) of some guy who towed it to his garage. She gave it to him for parts.

Although we took nothing for the gas, we did accept payment for a U-Haul trailer so as not to tear up her car or our nearly new Tacoma pickup. At the end of the trip she gave my husband a partial payment on the rental, and I thought the balance was $30.00.

Between delivery to another garage for the minor repair and her next work day with me I forgot the whole deal. 

When she works it is like a whirlwind of conversation, dust flying, vacuum roaring, etc. Meanwhile I am doing weekly wash so washer and dryer are humming, too.  Add a lawnmower or whatever husband is doing so lots of noise and hub-bub do not make understanding what anyone is saying very clear.

Anyway, when I paid her the usual fee in cash she refused part of it after we discussed working the garage sale and her helping with marking, etc. Then I swear to God I really don't have any idea what was said or I agreed to, but I went from being owed $30.00 to a commitment to pay $30 to spay a cat at her next volunteer spay and neuter clinic.

Now mind you I don't mind paying to spay or neuter any animal to prevent the millions of unwanted kittens and puppies born, and abandoned to die horrible deaths at some stage of their usual short lives.

When I told my husband, and also my best friend, somehow I am committed to $30 to spay a cat when I thought I was owed $30.00, they are rolling on the floor in laughter.

Now every time any of us discuss some financial matter, they retort, "go spay a cat."

Never let me near your checkbook!!! I have to used Quicken and even then have trouble reconciling.

Math was not my favorite subject, which begs the question how I became a pharmacist. Well the common joke is all we have to do is count to 100, or pour in liquids in to measuring cups a.k.a as bottles with proper markings indicated on them.

The cerebral part of pharmacy is the drug's, interactions, uses, etc. I was great and knew doses, too, but I did not make them. Everything comes in a little bottle and all I did was count and pour. A technician even typed my labels in my latter years in the profession.

I am beginning to wonder to what I have committed myself with the yard sale. My little town has a city-yard sale every year in September and it is a booming success.

Have you ever found yourself in a situation you cannot figure how you arrived there???