Just Deposit!

I still use a piggy bank I was given at age 7, that is a little pink, Nike pig with a swoosh that says, "just deposit." I think it is funny. And it has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm about to tell you.

A bunch of weeks ago, my friend Carla and I were out to brunch and we were talking about how much money smokers spend. Carla said, "Add it up, and at the end of the year, you've got a Chanel bag." This got me thinking, as Chanel always does. For my past three paychecks, in addition to saving a percentage of my pay check, I am now putting the equivalent of two packs a day into a new account to save for a specific purpose. What that specific purpose is, I'm not going to share, but it may have something to do with Hermes, a Kharmann ghia, or the continent they both come from.




I think smoking is gross and idiotic. I hated going to my grandparents' house as a child because I would come home and feel like Pigpen looked, surrounded by a dark cloud of smelly tobacconess that wreaked havoc on my little asthmatic lungs. (Although, I do think smoking looks great on film. And now I hate going to my grandparents' house for different reasons.) Nothing could convince me to take up smoking, but, these pretty ones well, they sure are cute. I found that picture here.