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Still… Sick.

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I had to stay home yet another day today. I’m definitely not feeling any better despite my husband’s Vodka/Whiskey solution – surprise, surprise. Normally it wouldn’t be something to lose sleep over except…

I was supposed to receive an award today from the CEO and give a short speech.

And no. I’m not joking.

Instead, I’m sitting on my sofa flipping between Jerry Springer reruns and the Home Shopping Network.

Now, I’m not only horribly sick, I’m in a rotten mood.

My husband drove straight to school from work citing ‘library needs’ as an excuse but based on the fact that I revert to throwing tantrums like a three year old after every cough, I’m thinking he had other – totally understandable – reasons to skip a stop at home.

Not that I mind. He has taken to dousing me with Lysol Disinfectant every time he walks by and as much as I love him, I like breathing just a little more.

Ugh. Hopefully I feel better tomorrow. I’ve got a lot to do before we leave next week – plus, given enough time and Jack Daniels… I may start buying unnecessary amounts eye cream from HSN.

My husband is changing…

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My husband was helping my mom move some large furniture and accidentally jackknifed the trailer while pulling it up over some uneven ground. Fortunately the trailer didn’t do any damage to the truck body…unfortunately, it shattered the back taillight.

He went to the discount auto parts store down the street to buy a replacement but came home empty handed.

‘Didn’t they have it in stock?’ I asked.

‘Yeah. But I’m not paying $125 for a piece of plastic and a couple screws. I’m going to shop around and see if I can get a better deal’ he said.

I blinked… then stared.

My husband is a no-nonsense kind of guy. He walks into a store, finds what he wants, and buys it. From grills to socks, the man doesn’t waste time with comparisons – which may explain how I was lucky enough to marry the guy.

So I don’t know who that man was in my kitchen – but he certainly wasn’t my husband.

He spent the next hour researching different suppliers until finally settling on a company who was willing to provide the part for a little less than $60 with free shipping.

Meanwhile, I was still standing in the kitchen, staring off into nowhere, completely confused.

This morning, as my husband was driving to work at 3:30am, he was pulled over by a police officer. My husband explained what happened and then shared his experience with the ‘rip off auto parts store’ and his attempt to save money by ordering the part online. The cop laughed, agreed with him about the ‘rip off auto parts store’, told him to have a nice day, and let him go.

He now brags to everyone that he saved 50% by shopping around and bonded with a cop over the experience.

I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know when it happened. But somehow, somewhere, my husband embraced frugality.

We’re getting there.