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My house was filled with estrogen this weekend as I hosted a girls’ weekend get-away for my closest friends. As promised there was a lot of laughter, some booze and a stirrup pants sighting at the mall. Bonus activities included an impromptu fashion show in my living room and laughing at old pictures that I didn’t realize were on my friend’s facebook account (thanks, Erin.). God, it’s good to be a girl.
Once the party was over and everyone had packed up and started on their treks back home, I hunkered down with my laptop and told myself I was going to figure out this coupon clipping craze. This can’t be hard. I’ve never won at Monopoly, but I have kicked ass in Candy Land. So, I’m golden, right?
I was in Walmart last week stocking up on essentials for the coming girls’ weekend frivolity when I passed this woman who was thumbing through a large zippered binder full of coupons. They were organized in these plastic pockets, just like the ones my brother used to stash his basketball cards in, which, by the way, he would not let me touch. This may have something to do with some G I Joes I buried in the front yard. I stopped beside her and said, “I think you might be my hero.” We talked for about 15 minutes. She explained her strategies to me, most of which I have already forgotten probably due to some episodes of Housewives of NY. Those women are killing my brain cells.
I watched my hero flip through her binder showing me how to organize by store (she goes to at least two different grocery stores depending on the deals) and then by item. She looked at my cart (Embarrassing! I didn’t have a chance to explain to her that I don’t usually by four different kinds of bread or two tubs of sour cream at a time or drink that much beer by myself) and she noticed my two boxes of Suddenly Salad (Oh my gosh! This salad is so sudden.) and instantly knew that she had a coupon for fifty cents off two boxes of Suddenly Salad and gave it to me. Did I mention that she had a small child with her? How did she remember that coupon existed? Then, she wrote down two sites (here and here) for me to visit for more info on clipping coupons. I think that if I had invited her to come to my house and show me how to put a coupon binder together, she would have come and brought snacks – free snacks that she bought by combining coupons and sales deals.
But I did not invite her, so here I sit on my own visiting these sites she wrote down for me and trying not to get distracted by Bejeweled Blitz or online Scrabble. It’s just that I was never good at math and I loathed word problems. And these sites, while they do offer a great deal of information, do not offer step-by-step, outlined, color-coded instructions on how to get the most out of clipping. I would even settle for old school clip-art hieroglyphics because let’s face it. I’m a visual learner. All these words. Blah blah blah coupons blah blah manufacturer blah blah double blah blah stock piling (should I be worried?) blah blah it’s so simple. Kiss my fanny. It’s not simple. It’s panic-inducing. Do they make coupons for Zoloft?
The thing is, I’m sure there is a justifiable savings for all this work. I just wish I could download a manual directly to my brain or hire someone to shop with me and show me the ropes. OOh, or hire a personal shopper AND a personal coupon clipper. If I won the lottery, I wouldn’t have to use the coupons at all.
I wonder if we have any booze left…
Instead of complaining about the neighbor kid’s propensity to ring your door bell every three seconds until you answer it just to take a second and tell you Good Morning and did you forget to mention that this occurs every morning. At 7AM. Instead of talking about his creepy eyes and weird deep voice, a voice way too smoky for a ten year old, instead of going over again this small when-he-grows-up-unsuspecting-people-will-die-by-his-hands kid, instead of wondering if he is – right now – going through your underwear drawer or leaving dead mice in your bed or licking all of your spoons or using your toothpaste as hair gel, maybe on your next car trip you should try to come up with your own vanity plates. Here are a few of mine:
4GOT2P Hold it.
HAV2RUN No, you don’t. No one HAS to.
LUV4MEN Love for men or love 4 men?
CRAKWAK It IS whack
BAILMNY Whose? Yours?
VNARIAL Pilot’s car
MY BOAT No, sorry. It’s a car.
DNTH8ME Oh, but we do.
9MNS NO No also means No in Spanish.
P NSCAR …..
SHONUFF Damn straight!
FRTCAKE I know you are but what am I?
GNNUTTY Yes, you have! Now, brake before the edge of that cliff!
JST FRTD Ugh. Roll down the windows, please.
26Y2BL8 The hot have no time table.
M84LIFE The car, not your wife.
HAAAHAA Hahahahaha!
2NDFACE Okay, but how many butts is that?
This weekend, if your grandmother tells you she has an egg hunt planned for you and your boyfriend, don’t believe her. She’s just lost her dentures again and is going to make you find them. Your little cousin will bite the ears off the chocolate bunnies and then place them back in the centerpieces, one on top of the other so that it appears they’re having bunny sex. Your Dad will screw up the prayer again and his sister’s eyes will shoot death rays because he forgot to ask God to bless her 17 year old pug named “Lancelot”, who by the way, is having trouble breathing through his bunny costume. Your mother will bring up homosexuality as she passes the mashed potatoes saying, “Well, if one man wants to make love to another man…well, I just don’t see how that’s any of my business.” To which, your grandfather will choke on the ham and yell, “Jesus Christ! It’s Easter! Can’t we talk about something else?” And you will decide that’s the perfect moment to tell your family you’re pregnant.
If you do end up sitting around a table poking your casserole this weekend wondering how you could be related to these clowns, I suggest you do what I’ve been doing and try to find out.
Here’s what it’s like to research your ancestry:
1. You find out you had a great-aunt who married her first cousin and they had a kid who they named “Ralph.” Then, she divorces her first cousin and marries her neighbor and they have a kid who they name….”Ralph.”
2. Your father’s great-great uncle was a mime. And now your father thinks he’s got talent.
3. You’re 1/16th Cherokee and you have no way of using that to your advantage.
4. It’s quite possible that your grandfather was adopted and he doesn’t know. To tell or not to tell?
5. Your grandmother’s sister fell in love with a prison-inmate. The inmate fell in love with his cell-mate. She never got over it.
6. Your great-great grandmother was a pioneer for women. She was an explorer in the jungles of South America. It all sounds great until you find the picture of her holding someone’s severed head.
7. Hey! Your mom’s cousin, the one they all assumed had died after becoming homeless and hooked on meth is actually that guy that invented those super-soak towels that you secretly want to buy. He’s rich. You’re not.
8. Going way back, you find evidence proving you’re royalty. Your father’s family has roots in France and Germany. It appears you are a direct descendant of Charles le Gros! Dammit. When translated, that means “Charles The Fat.”
9. Your uncle’s birth certificate lists his name as “Wily” instead of “Willy.” You start calling him “The Coyote.”
10. Your mother takes this as an opportunity to tell you how you were conceived. You can’t remember the whole story because you started taking shots of tequila every time she said the word “penis.” There may have been some mention of cheese cloth. You’re not sure.
Maybe you should skip the family get-together and go see a movie instead.