Sometimes money isn’t a big enough currency. Cold hard cash might be nice, but it’s not what this Mama really wants!
After a night with precious little sleep I will trade you just about whatever you want for a Grande Chi Tea Latte.
Hubby, he can name his price for a back rub with no strings.
Kids want extra time at the computer? They “pay” for it by being quiet.
He’s willing to take the kids to the Dentist so I don’t have to. Now I owe him the world. (I’m ridiculously scared of that creep in the white mask Dentist guy)
If Hubby needs a big favour from me he knows what tricks to try; dangle a love letter in front of me, build a big fire in the fireplace, sit and chat about vacation plans for the future, dream with me about all that is to come…..I’m freakin putty in his hands. Pathetic.
Does this mean my currency is coffee, backrubs, quiet time and love letters? Uh, Yep, all that and chocolate.
You want to negotiate with me?
Turns out it’s pretty easy, I can be bought.
For me it’s just cold hard cash. And diamonds.
(just kiddin) 😉
Chocolate goes a long way.
Back rubs, unexpected fru-fru drinks, chocolate…yep, apparently I can be bought too!
So funny and ME TOO! I do anything for anyone who gives the dogs a bath as well.
Love this! Coffee, back rubs, quiet time, and love letters: It sounds like your price is just right!
Too funny. We do all have our price and sometimes it’s as simple as chocolate:)
Oh yes. I am a master negotiator. Tit for tat. Not about the cash. Got my own. Do me a favor or chore Im dreading? Sold!!!