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No News is Not Always Good News

Muh Main Man has hit a new stage of life in being a frugal consumer. He's generally not the big spender of the household, but only because his many interests keep him far too busy. For the most part, I get the responsibility of doing the household shopping, and thus, the blame for going over budget when it happens. As the leader of our recent financial class at church though, we both have had a renewed determination to adhere to our handy-dandy cash flow spending plan. To meet that goal, we've each been supportive as well as a bit hawk-like in watching one another.

With our recent mailbox demolition, we held out as long as we could for the county to replace our box but they never did. Finally the inconvenience drove us over to Lowe's to buy the cheapest, plainest mailbox on the market (the one that was demolished was an attractive, deluxe-style mailbox). Muh Main Man finally got the thing up though it took some real muscle power to pound the stake into the frozen ground. After 3 days of not getting our paper, we realized that the new mailbox doesn't have a paper slot. I attempted to send Muh Main Man back to the hardware store to get the box for the paper and he shocked me by saying that he didn't want to spend the money on a paper box and he was recycling the paper before reading it most days anyway. He said, "Just cancel the paper, Babe. I'll buy it at work if I want it. And put the extra money in your Spending envelope."

What a generous guy. And what am I gonna do with all that extra money ? A whole $17.33 a month?! And who is this guy who is more concerned with a couple bucks than a little convenience? I know.....must be that Hero Guy has sneaked back in the house.
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Truckin Teeds said…
Glad I found your blog. I've heard a lot about it! I look forward to checking in often. :)
3/03/2007 8:26 PM
Mary Ellen said…
OR it could be that he didn't want to have to pound another mailbox into the frozen ground!! But your idea is much more romantic..."-)
3/04/2007 6:41 PM
Unknown said…
Nice guy! With $17.33 a month, you could purchase a great magazine subscription, hey, beats the paper. Maybe you could even join a book club. I know you could find some great reading material with all that cash.
3/04/2007 7:16 PM
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