My sweet cheap life

[...] cardigan has been bliss. My joyful perkiness came in handy yesterday when I was waiting at the bank machine to deposit a cheque. The man in front of me was exhibiting a post-work, melting in the [...]

[...] ’t complain. This winter was the mildest that I can remember. I feel like I had a guardian angel considering that The Sweetie was unable to sit all winter, eliminating our chances of going [...]

[...] and seemed to settle into his massage and I didn’t feel completely incompetent. My guardian angel would pick me up every morning and drive me back every evening, gracious and generous each [...]

[...] doing a marathon viewing of all the Resident Evil movies and there is something about Milla Jovovich that reminds me of you.” Milla Jovovich?! The super hot former model turned lame [...]

[...] aren’t enough fries and onion rings to be divided in four. And who’s getting the mini burger? The kids? How old are they? Because if they are older than toddlers they are not going to be [...]

[...] some lozenges. “Have you ever tried these?” She asked, “They’re Rescue Remedy lozenges.  I always have them on hand because I get anxious and it takes the edge off. We use it [...]

Tax time is not a good time for me. I am disorganized, I am panic stricken and I always have a meltdown surrounded by crumpled up receipts dug up from [...]

[...] my fellow concert going pals to giddy school girls. He is like a Swedish Bob Dylan, plaid-wearing adorable folky guy who, ironically for his monicker, is actually quite slight in stature. The week has [...]

[...] me as I tugged on his arm. Then I saw a family combo listed on the board. Two burgers, two mini burgers, large fries, large onion rings and four drinks. Now that is a worthy dinner. “We should [...]

[...] Yesterday The Sweetie had surgery on his spine, something called microlumbar decompression surgery. He had been on a waiting list for surgery, got a call on Monday and by Wednesday he [...]