We have a newspaper subscription bundled with our cable package. My roommate tried to cancel it, since we usually read it online anyways and we don’t want to kill unnecessary trees – nope, sorry forests! I wondered if there was a way to get the paper boy to deliver it directly into our recycle bin.
Today, while sorting the recycling, I actually sat down and looked at the glossies. To my surprise, I found coupons for things that weren’t limited edition 9-11 twenty dollar bills (“commemorate this terrible tragedy by ordering today! Nine and eleven make twenty, get it?”) or fairy angel Precious Moments snow globes. Then I did what I have never done, and what I used to tease my old roommates for doing – I clipped some coupons.
But where to house the coupons? I almost clipped a coupon for a coupon organizer and decided that was too meta. I ended up finding a box lying around somewhere and wrote “coupons” on all four sides of it, so my roommates wouldn’t throw it out or throw pens in it or something, because that would be just too dire. Then I decided that the box needed jazzing up. So I lined the top with some extra wrapping paper left over from wedding presents. Like this:
At some point during the middle of this crafting, it occurred to me that this is something Dad would do. It even looks like his handwriting. Is this what year twenty-five has in store for me, morphing into a female version of my father? If I start hanging bugs in my yard, please do me a favor and call for help!
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This totally made me giggle this morning,
but hey organization may be next to Godliness…
though be careful not to buy things just because you have a coupon,
then the savings is mute.
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