Wednesday, May 13, 2009
My Future Timothy Geithner (Minus The Tax Evasion)
I heart this kid.
She's a bright, creative and witty 8-year old.
And completely Type A/Melancholy/Beaver/Anal-Retentive depending on which personality test you subscribe to.
She's my little entrepreneur. She is constantly opening a new "business" in which she scams me out of money. There was the "Spa" where she massaged my feet and then sent me a bill for $1.00. There is the "Pet Spa" where she brushes the dog and bills me $0.50. There was the "Museum" in which I had to pay admission to view her rock collection. She then took all the money she scammed out of me and went to Wal-Mart and bought candy which she marked up 150% and then sold to her older sister.
Now witness this:
That's right. Those are her American Idol voting statistics. You can see she's tabulated how many votes she cast, how many times she got a busy signal and she's even calculated the time wasted dialing and waiting to get through.
If you know me, then you are laughing right now because you know I love all things spreadsheet-related.
She is SO my child!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go settle my account before she turns me over to a collection agency.