Making My Mother Proud

For a while now, I've been making a conscious effort to save money. Mostly because I don't have any. If current trends continue, I face working until AT LEAST 2045 before I can retire. That's pretty effing depressing, so I pinch pennies where I can. I mean, it's all about balance and a hefty serving of ingenuity. For example, I keep my heat off so that I can afford to buy expensive bourbon which in turn keeps me warm. Cats are also cheaper than Natural Gas, and way more amusing. I mean, who wants to watch the heater lick peanut butter off it's nose?

There are a lot of hillarious helpful websites out there with ridiculous useful tips on living frugally by washing your clothes in the bathtub or, stir uncooked oatmeal into a glass of water, sweeten it with sugar and stir. The oatmeal will settle to the bottom of the glass and the cloudy part will mask any off taste in the water. You drink the water, then you eat the oatmeal.

Riiiigggghhhhht.

But really, saving money doesn't have to be depressing. I mean, who would't like these cheap ass earrings? Or this brooch? And what says Christmas more than a box of Q-tips?