I am a firm believer in treats, even after declaring that I will change my self -indulgent, spendthrift, treats-for-me-all-the-time ways. Dealing with taxes and facing my bleak financial state is a prime time for such proclamations.

That did not stop The Sweetie and I from having our annual cookie and coffee treat from the bakery located in the same dismal mall as our accountant. Knowing the cookie is waiting for me helps when I have to fess up that I have not saved any money for my taxes, have made pitiful RRSP contributions, and my future as an old lady eating cat food becomes more and more of a terrifying possibility.

The cookie is followed by a trip to the nearby Value Village since part of the yearly tax time ritual also involves a declaration that I will never buy anything new again. I will only buy items at thrift stores and garage sales or make my own clothes from old foraged rags.

My new frugal self was rewarded with this sweater for a mere $7.99. It will amuse me to no end as I mince around pretending I am a French ingenue. It was sweetened by the fact that the helpful store clerk with braces opined that I can wear horizontal stripes because I am slender.

Slender.

The small treasures make me feel rich. A cookie with my soul mate and partner in crime, trying to coax a smile from the gruff but lovable bakery guy, being called slender. Life is still sweet even on tax drop off day.

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