“So, Imp…you going to be updating your Frugal Friday posts any time soon? Let us know how No Buy August is going?”
Sure. Sure I will.
Perhaps this meme will give you an idea:
Or how about this one:
Just in case you didn’t catch the vibe I’m sending, this one should clarify any doubts:
No, our house hasn’t burned down, thank God for that.
But, ever since declaring ‘No Buy August’, things have been breaking around here. First, it was a fan. No biggie, right? Sure, except it was hot as heck here, and we have no a/c. Not having a fan, not a good idea, as I’ve mentioned before. The dryer died. Great, so laundry mat, which, by the way, is a circle of Hell Dante neglected to mention, when it’s an August afternoon. And that was money we weren’t planning on.
Then, Wolf went to read the Middles a bedtime story. As he always does, he sits on one of their beds to do so (they take turns, and are vicious about ensuring that nobody gets two nights in a row).
And there went Princess’ bed frame. Awesome. Made for a great vampire stake. If we had vamps.
To top it all off, we’ve decided that we can’t stay here another winter. Lack of space (=renting a storage unit b/c we can’t use the Basement O’Doom for books and such), lack of insulation (= massive gas bills, and the house trying to kill me last winter), and best to get a move on, literally.
Unfortunately for us, there’s not a lot of places here that are four or more bedrooms, *and* allow pets. So, when they come available, it’s a feeding frenzy.
So, with all that going on, RSD amped up (shocker, I know), its been cold, damp, and raining, so my meal planning hit a major kerfuffle, and we’ve been just kind of grinding away, but not following a plan. And, I fully admit to emergency purchasing of cheesecake. Yes, it was an emergency, dang it.
And if I ever get ahold of Murphy, Imma gonna make him/her cry like a baby.