Doesn't that sound slinky? Your secret indulgences.
Too True Tues(day) is your chance to tell it like it is. Tell the world the truth on alternate Tuesdays one blog at a time. Confession is good for the soul and great fun for the rest of us to read.
This past year there has been constant unending emphasis on the economy. How to decrease your spending. How to increase your spending. Foreclosures and bankruptcies. Million dollar bonuses given to institution leaders who took billions of taxpayer dollars to bail their own asses (butts) out of their self destructed mess. Whatever. We have talked about how cheaptastic everyone can be. And really, there were some stunners! This week we are going to talk about what we do spend our money on. The reason I make my children re-use nighttime diapers is so I can go to...... (fill-in -the-blank). I make my family eat actual grass and twigs so I can buy.......(blank). When you are standing around talking to your friends about how cheaptastic you all are, and each of you is trying to one- up the other, you know in your head that you secretly indulge yourself and you are lying to their faces!
For me I have 2 main things that I will never give up. I have several things I would strongly, strongly not like to give up under any circumstances. Such as my investment handbag collection. But there are TWO big things that I will serve my children a crushed vitamin on a generic saltine to save money on lunch if it means I can keep them (I of course, would go without lunch. The Husband too. He is a strong believer in my causes and I might someday tell him that). Anyhow, 2 things that I would crawl through glass and gravel to get. I would even go *gag* camping *shudder* in order to keep them. I would spend time with my in-laws and smile, people, I would smile.
The first one is that lovely super soft toilet paper. The one that advertises itself as extra soft and truly is, extra soft. It's like wiping with a cloud and really, what could be better than that? Once you have wiped with a cloud, you can't go back and no one should ever ask you to. Probably someone will get mad at me because they have to use the geriatric trees to make the special soft paper. Something about the fibers are longer in the old growth trees and that is what makes the texture so soft. If you ask me, that just means I am helpfully clearing out the trees that were close to death anyway. Dendrologic euthanasia. It's the humane thing to do.
The second thing is a little more personal and I should also point out it is not my fault at all. Just like I got my Mother's terrible eyesight, I got my Dad's eyebrows. No kidding, it is bad. My eyebrows go from my eyelashes to the hairline up top my forehead if I don't get them waxed. Both my Dad and his sister who is like, seventy, have these enormous eyebrows with droopy eyelids. I mean, you don't want to look too closely for fear that one of those eyebrows is going to sprout a million legs, turn into a millipede and make a run for it. We have already established that I am hair removal impaired, so imagine turning those skills onto one's face. Not good. So I have to get them waxed. I have tried everything under the sun including waxing them myself. Of course I endured excruciating pain and wound up with 3 hairs on the strip paper and 279 still on my face waiting to come off. There are so many that wherever we have lived, my professional waxologist would tell my tale to other clients to make them feel better about their own hair removal issues. Nothing beats having a professional waxologist 1 1/2 inch from your face breathing cigarette breath on you and saying things like, "wow!" and "gosh!". (I made that up by the way, waxologist. Sounds cool I think).
Toilet paper and waxing. Those are my 2 things. There you have it. Now here is what you do. You go home to your own blog and write up your story about your secret indulgences. You spill your beans, note that it is for TTT #16 and link back to here. Then you enter your information in Mr. Linky there so we can all find your story. FUN!