My husband and I are very fiscally responsible. Basically, I'm frugal. He's cheap. I buy things on sale and clip coupons and hold back on the "impulse buying." I seldom buy ANYTHING for myself, and if I do (aside from the UGGS that then got a hole in them a year later) it's far from glamorous. The kids are mostly 99% in hand-me-downs. This is what I mean by frugal.
My husband? Cheap. Here's the difference. He turns off the lights when I'm still IN the room doing dishes, puts the car in neutral every 20 yards while driving to "coast" as much as possible to save gas, and orders ONE drink at a restaurant which we then pass around the table for all 6 of us. He's been known to stop into WaWa (a convenience store) to pick up the free saltines as a snack for the girls. (They are very tasty saltines by the way). I won't even get started on the cell phone bill discussions.
Well, NOW he's taken the cake. We had a 15 minute discussion the other day about the excessive consumption of toilet paper in our household. TOILET PAPER!! He's done an analysis of our square-per-wipe usage and feels we GIRLS in the house are over-using. Dead effing serious. He's telling ME how many SQUARES I should allot for myself and each of the 2 toilet trained girls. The only part that's funny is that during this whole conversation I'm laughing my butt off waiting for the punch line, but he was totally sober. While he wasn't angry or annoyed, he was was making his point much like a lawyer. A slightly deranged lawyer, mind you. I thought he was going to whip out a bar graph at one point.
So, apparently, we're on SQUARE RATION now. Better invest in the 2-ply.
Is it just ME or is there something really wrong when you're being told how to wipe your own cooch?
Yeah, I'm drawing the line here. Some things are just sacred.