It'd be a pretty big file, and this would be a minor entry, but still...OH MY GOSH I AM SUCH A GROWNUP.Yes, I am sending in receipts and UPC codes from cereal boxes for a MAIL-IN REBATE! I have never done this before in my life. I guess it "wasn't worth my time," or some stupid thing. But now? This is FREE MONEY, people, and I intend to HAVE it. I've also been keeping track of my Walgreens purchases in order to get every rebate I have coming from them.
Along these same lines, here is the result of my third attempt at reaching my elusive goal of 65% savings on grocery purchases:Obviously, I'm still 11% short, but I know exactly what got in my way on this trip: Two packages of chicken and a three-pack of Kleenex. I actually had coupons for both, but they were expensive items, and so threw off my percentages. But I was still way psyched to come home with more stuff that I DIDN'T pay for than stuff that I DID. After this trip, I asked Alex, "Do you know what $108 would have bought us a couple of months ago? Maybe five days' worth of food." And he answered, "Yeah, and after a couple of days, we'd have been slamming cabinets open and shut in the kitchen, wondering why we didn't seem to have anything to eat!" And he's exactly right.
And just to illustrate the quality of our newfound frugal bounty, let me just give you a glimpse of what I was served for DINNER IN BED tonight:These, recipe courtesy of the beautiful and multi-talented Lindsay (aka "Lucinda") of Suburban Turmoil, from her Chef Mom blog, are what she calls "Boy Scout Burgers," but after one look at the recipe, Alex and I both said, "Hey, meatloaf burgers!" We followed Lindsay's suggestion of topping the burgers with smoked Gouda, and we tried with all our might to find King's Hawaiian buns upon which to lovingly rest these hunks of burger heaven, but all we could find (even searching multiple stores) were small dinner rolls and the big round K.H. loaves. No burger buns. But we made do, and even without the sweet bread, boy-howdy, are these things good. If we were to add our input to this recipe, we would add a bit of garlic salt and some maple-smoked bacon. You know, to make the dish even healthier than it already is.
Alex found the recipe, gathered the ingredients, and did all the cooking, while I just propped myself up in my pitiful little bed/cocoon, talking about how I wasn't really "up to" a big meal, and then after that first bite, ate like an escaped convict until every last scrap was gone. As a matter of fact, it was ALEX who discovered Lindsay's Chef Mom blog, because even though I was already reading her at three different places (she's really that good, in case you didn't know), I hadn't managed to stumble into that one yet. Come to think of it, Alex knew that Lindsay has won an Emmy (AN EMMY, PEOPLE--how cool is that? I mean, have YOU won an Emmy?) when I didn't...should I be concerned about his interest in this admittedly beautiful, younger-than-me, and talented woman? Nah. She's already knocked up again, and that should keep her busy for now.
Besides, he's been being so wonderfully good to me lately (aside from the middle-of-the-night uproariously UNfunny parakeet joke), that I'm feeling all warm-fuzzy about him right now. He may even look at pretty girls and admire their writing and their cooking--ESPECIALLY if he is then cooking their recipes FOR me.