My husband loves all things that have to do with sales. Rummage sales, clearance items, estate sales...if it's something that claims to save money or if it's something no one wants anymore.. he's all over it like a fat kid on an ice cream cone. (Hey! I can say that, I was a fat kid!)
Do you have any idea what it's like when you put someone with ocd together with a person who loves STUFF? I don't keep much. Call me heartless, but I don't keep birthday cards or any cards for that matter. I haven't kept every single drawing my son has ever done. I don't have any mementos from high school. I realize this is extreme and makes me look like I have a cold and black heart. It's just the way I am. Kendrick is the complete opposite. If there has EVER been a memory associated with anything he wants to keep it.
There is really no reconciling this issue in our marriage. It's a constant back and forth of give and take.
When Kendrick walks into a store and sees a clearance sign his eyes light up like Santa himself just appeared with a sack full of toys. We were in Rite Aid one day and in the entrance there were fleece blankets marked down to $1.00. I should have known when he disappeared where he went. Within minutes he came back to the cart with his arms full of them. The conversation that ensued went something like this:
him: Did you see how cheap these were?!
me: I saw, but what are we going to do with five fleece blankets?
him: I have no idea, but you cant pass this offer up! I think we should buy all of them!
me: Kendrick, there are probably fifteen still left in the bin..we don't need twenty fleece blankets!
him: (quickly grasping for some excuse to buy them all) We can give them for Christmas presents! We could save money on our heating bill by using them and turning the heat down! We WILL find a use for them!
me: Just put the ones in your arms in the cart and let's call it good. Please?
him: (pouting) Fine. You don't know a good deal when you see one.
Cue the age old conversation about how spending money is spending money..even if it's on sale.
We got home and the blankets sat untouched for a couple days. Kendrick ran to the store one night for something unrelated and came home with five more of the damn things! I didn't say anything. I just sat blinking at him. At this point he started unwrapping them and we quickly realized that the blankets were barely bigger than a pop tart. Good thing he got ten of them because it takes five per person to cover up completely.
The same thing happens at rummage sales. During rummage sale season driving down the road becomes difficult because every sale we pass I hear Kendrick sigh. Oy! The guilt! I cave sometimes and stop at a couple so that he can get his "fix". One day he came back looking so proud of himself.
him: This is going to change your life..a guy there said it changed his!
me: Really? Do tell.
Cue this device:
me: What the hell is that torture looking device?!
him: It's a neck traction device! you get headaches...it will change your life! The guy there said he would have been dead without it!
me: speechless
him: Don't make faces, do you even know how expensive these things are?!
me: No! I don't know, because I've NEVER seen one! Also, judging by the fact that the box looks like it's straight out of 1950, I am assuming not very much.
him: You laugh now, wait till we get this baby home and strap you into it.
Yep, that's Kendrick. He hooked it up that night and I humored him by trying it out. I felt like a complete ass sitting there with my neck being stretched like my head was about to be torn off.
We used it once. Which is more than some of the other treasures he's brought home.
1 comment:
Mr. Bill has one and uses it. He says it really helps. Feh on you for squelching K's frugality. *w*
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