If only my arms were just a little longer … Almost there … So close … These were my thoughts this Monday, dressed in my work clothes, leaning into a dumpster located at a neighborhood gas station, coupons just out of reach. Now, don’t feel sorry for me; don’t pity me. I’ve got a plan.
Here’s a scenario: you go to the grocery store on the weekend, list in hand and buy what you think you need to last until the next weekend. You think cutting coupons sounds divine but have no energy/time/desire to really do that so you just hope some of the items you need are on sale.