Ya know the one where they dip a nasty old penny in the cleaner and it comes out sparkling and beautiful? I started having fantasies about buying a swimming pool full of the stuff and dipping the Statue of Liberty in it. Oh, to have that messy green lady all clean, coppery and shining! It would be an obsessive-compulsives dream come true! (Me being the obsessive compulsive.)In the suggestible department, I'm pretty much prone to believe anything anyone tells me. Especially if they're in a position of authority. Whenever we go out to eat, I narrow down my choices to two or three, then ask the waitress what she likes and pick that. No matter that "she" is really a "he" in drag and we probably don't have a lot in common. (Alright, so I've never actually been waited on by a tranny, but I'm trying to illustrate a point.)
When we got there Doug said, since we had a refund check to spend, we could both get one fun thing for ourselves, and then a few other necessities, being careful not to go over the $170 refund amount. PERFECT! I made a b-line straight for the drug store stuff.
So anyway, lately I've been thinking a lot about my skin, and I'll admit, it's mostly because of the barrage of skin care product advertisements out there and the fact that I found a white eyelash a few months ago. (The day before my 29th birthday, to be exact.) All of these signs lead me to believe that any minute, if I don't act fast, my face will resemble a California Raisin with the same texture as the bottom of my feet. (Before my once-every-five-years pedicure.)
Which is why last night I was SO excited. I've been very impressed lately with the Olay commercials. I mean really! Get surgically enhanced looking skin without surgery in just 8-58 weeks?!? Sign me up!!! (BTW, when did it stop being Oil of Olay? Who doesn't like the idea of slathering Oil on their face?)
So when we made the hour long trek to Costco last night, I knew just what to sneak into the cart: Any Olay brand skin care miracle.
When we got there Doug said, since we had a refund check to spend, we could both get one fun thing for ourselves, and then a few other necessities, being careful not to go over the $170 refund amount. PERFECT! I made a b-line straight for the drug store stuff. And then I let out an audible gasp. $40 for a teeny tiny bottle of $*#& lotion? $8 an OUNCE? WHAT THE HECK!?!?! Here I'm used to spending $3 on Clean and Clear lotion for a bottle that lasts a few months, and I'm supposed to make the leap to $40??? When h-e-double-hockey-sticks freezes!
It was at this point Doug found me making retching noises and holding my stomach. "I c-c-c-can't do it! I can't spend that much on my face!"
Eventually, after contemplating a future full of leather face, I grabbed a two-pack of cheap stuff and threw it in the cart. No miracle creams for me. No amount of advertising can get me to forsake my deeply ingrained tight-wad tendencies.
My selfless sacrifice was hard, but I think it'll be worth the savings in the long run. I'm just going to have to stop watching commercials.
P.S. Want to know how we did staying in our spending limit? We spent just over $700 dollars and bought a new bathroom vanity for the upstairs bathroom. (We're doing a little remodelling before we sell our house next year.) Good thing I didn't get that lotion!
