Dye Hard Or ...
Wednesday - September 09, 2009
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Del.icio.usEven though my wife and I are lucky enough to make a pretty good living, we are not immune to the effects of the economy. Sending our 20-year-old son to a Mainland college and our 12-year-old daughter to a private parochial school also has taken its toll on our lifestyle.
We are not very frivolous with our money, and it seems we never really spend it on ourselves. I’ve tried to reduce or cut back on just about every expense in our household. It’s a major wake-up call for sure, and now I understand what our parents went through in raising a family.
It is kind of amazing how much you can save if you try. For instance, my wife now makes our lunches. Besides being a great meal, it’s a fraction of the cost of eating out. Our morning coffee is now home-brewed, probably saving us enough money to buy Molokai.
One of the things my wife decided to do was to color her own hair. Now I told her that getting it done at a salon was not going to break the bank, but she insisted, saying she was going to do her part. Later I would find that the whole caveat to this was that I was going to be the one doing it for her.
One evening she ran out to Longs Drugs to buy some hair coloring. She came home and I asked her what brand she bought, joking that we could have used food coloring. She pulled a box of L’Oreal brown hair coloring from the package, and straight out of the commercial said, “Because I’m worth it.”
I asked how much it cost, and she said $8. Continuing our playful banter, I raised my voice and exclaimed, “Honey, we’re not billionaires, you know!” She told me to shut up, put on the gloves and start applying the dye to her hair. I was incredibly nervous.
You see, if I ruin her hair in any way, it’s going to be my fault. I sought amnesty since she was the one who insisted on doing this at home. In a way, it was pretty easy, as while I applied the dye to her hair I likened it to squeezing mustard onto a hot dog.
I’m not saying I enjoyed doing it, and about halfway through the application our front doorbell rang. I answered the door and a solicitor looked at me while I held up both my gloved hands coated with what looked to him like some kind of brown substance. He quickly retreated, saying that he had the wrong house.
Well, I just found a new way to save money - by keeping a pair of those soiled gloves by the front door to scare off solicitors.
Ron’s WEBSITE of the week www.goforbroke.org
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