Monday, July 13, 2009
It's payday! Yes, my loving husband is paying me a dollar for every pound and every inch I lose. Now there's support and incentive. He pays me in presidential dollars and I have a little bank to keep them in. It was a good payday. So I've been thinking about the paydays we have. When we work at something, when it means something to us and we sweat over it, eventually we have a payday. It may be something small or something big, but the reward of a payday can be invaluable.