Tuesday, February 17, 2009
You owe me fifty bucks
This is my daughter's "go to" phrase these days for anything that goes wrong in her life. The other night we told her she could watch Harry Potter. She put the movie in, but the DVD player didn't work. What did she say? You guessed it, "You owe me fifty bucks." Why? I have no idea. We had no previous wager on the DVD player's workability. She didn't say, "Mom, do you want to make a bet that the DVD player doesn't work?" All she asked was to watch a movie.
So I'm thinking that perhaps she is billing me for her time. The DVD player disaster was quite obviously my fault, it took ten minutes of her life, I therefore owe her fifty dollars. It makes perfect sense.
Let's look at my stats. I've been writing pretty solidly for a year now. I'll just say around 300 days (because I'm sure I've missed a few). I probably write about 5 hours a day (okay, more like 8, but I don't want to look like an obsessive freak by admitting that). So that makes 1,500 hours. Alright, that's it, someone owes me fifty bucks.