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I swear this is it for today!!!

Now, I know I have told you this before, but I am cheap. I always try to use coupons, I am always looking at the ads, and I love stuff on sale. Well, today I went to wal-mart and grocery shopped (usually go to commisary). I saved some bucks baby. I am the shopping shit. All must now bow to the grocery shopping goddess. The best part of the deal is I LOVE grocery shopping (I am sick people). My favorite buy you ask? Well, they had these big bags (BIG BAGS) of popped popcorn for a dollar. A DOLLAR. My little darlings love popcorn and since they are so little, they do not know the differenc between fresh and old (is it evil to take advantage of them like that?). They had popcorn for snack when we got home and you can't even tell a dent has been made in the bag. Do you know how many snacks that is going to be good for? FOR A FRIGGIN' DOLLAR!!!!!!!

So, if all you smokers would like to join me for the "I am back on the wagon" cigerette, please let me know. I suck!!!!! I guess I will try again someday. Just not today.

I just discovered my husbands sister-in-law (is that too many hyphens? is that how you spell hyphen? shit!!) Melissa has been visiting my littl eplace here. Everyone welcome Melissa. Maybe she will e-mail me some recent photos.

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