When people ask me what I want for Christmas every year, I'm left standing there like der, um, der. Heck if I know? The last time I actually bought something for myself - well, I can't even comment on that because I honestly don't remember. So, when I throw out practical gifts like PedEggs and Swiffer mops, don't stare at me all crazy like. I don't care about jewelry. I don't care about expensive purses, ahem handbags. I don't care about shoes or clothes or anything else that people think I should care about. All I care about is you spending your hard-earned dollars wisely. If that means I'd like a $10 PedEgg to make my skin so soft or a $15 Swiffer mop to make my floors so shiny, by all means, please go to your local Walgreens and throw it in the cart. I'm not joking. I'm not trying to be witty or funny. That's really what I want.
My husband, bless his heart, has this idea in his head that all women, even me, really want more. So, if I say, "No, honey, I don't want that Coach purse. My $10 Target special is just fine." He thinks I really mean, "If you loved me, you would spend $500 on the Coach purse and throw in a matching wallet for extra brownie points." I'm not that girl. When I say I want a $10 Target purse, I really want a $10 Target purse. When I say I want a PedEgg, I really want a PedEgg.
You get the point.
So, Merry McFrugal Christmas to all. May your stockings be full of PedEggs and your homes fragrant with the sweet smell of Swiffer w/ Febreeze.
What is Santa bringing you this year?
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