“The tooth fairy teaches children that they can sell body parts for money.” David Richerby
Not one to make New Year’s resolutions. What is the point, I don’t smoke, and I am not giving up anything else. I thought I was set for the year, then the first mail delivery of 2010 arrived, and with it, the latest bank statement. And I stopped breathing, just for a minute.
Now, many of my mates will tell you that they have seen me do the happy dance over a bargain. Mr Dear Husband is of the opinion that it wouldn’t matter how much money I had, I would still be happiest digging to the bottom of the bargain bin. He is right. To a point. I had a lot of fun over Christmas, so much so, that now my bank balance has balance-anorexia.
Time to pull in the belt. Start keeping those nasty dried up end bits of bread that nobody ever wants to eat. Making my own candles, and saving the little pieces of soap that end up in the shower recess. Not that I know what the hell I am going to do with bread and soap bits? Might have to learn to sew… oh God, even worse, I might need to learn to knit! Have never been able to sit still long enough to do those things well.
This morning, Miss Eight was complaining about having to put on her boots to walk to school, and out of my mouth came these words:
“Well, I suppose you could go barefoot, through the snow, and just pop your feet into the warm cowpats along the way.” She was no amused.
I suspect I am about to turn into Ma Kettle. Pa, Paaa, PAAAAAAA!