It’s been a few weeks since the upsetting moment wherein my body was over taken my space aliens who forced me to entertain the advances of a door to door salesgirl, who forced upon me overpriced educational products. After that, perhaps due to the trauma of that failure, I began to notice that I had become weak. Like Sampson’s hair, I took for granted that my gift of frugality was just that, a gift. I confided to J that I was worried I’d lost my couponing Mo-Jo. In mock-seriousness, he responded “No, it’s your Low Mo, as in ‘low money.’ ” I laughed nervously.
He was right! I had lost my Low-Mo. Suddenly, I couldn’t work the deal, I couldn’t get the rush, I couldn’t find the coupon. Even after I returned the overpriced educational products, I began to worry it it was too late. Maybe I really had LOST MY GIFT.
Last night I half-heartedly worked on my Super Doubles plan with no real hope that I’d score big. But, I’m sure we will all rejoice together to know that . . . .
Today I spent $35.36 and I saved $97.08. (Interestingly, the amount of the overpriced and ineffective educational products was $140. I know. Don’t say it. I’m a total idiot.)
Here’s what I got at Harris Teeter. I know sometimes the pictures are annoyingly bragadocious, but bear with me. I’ve been on such a lovely couponing bouncy happiness, just like in my early days, two long years ago. Tee Hee.
So there you have it! I’m off to bed. I’m ready for another trip tomorrow. Even if my Low-Mo goes on vacation again, I know, she’ll be back.
Love you all . . .
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