We got to the end of the toothpaste tube this week. For some strange reason, I decided to keep it going as long as I good. Even after the point where ordinarily I'd declare the remaining amount trivial and throw it out, I squeezed & squeezed every bit I could. The Cat Daddy even commented with a chuckle, asking how long I was going to keep the tube going. I said as long as I could, but secretly I knew he would toss it when he'd had enough.
We'll he didn't exactly toss the tube, but this morning I saw that he had started a new one. I figured that was pretty much the same thing as giving in, so I went ahead & tossed the old one. I had thought I was just having fun seeing how long I could make the toothpaste last, but even though neither of us ever declared a toothpaste competition, for some reason I feel quite victorious...
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My grandmother (a product of the Great Depression) used to cut her tube open and scrape out the toothpaste each time until it was COMPLETELY gone. Now that's dedication!
I was gong to do that until I realized I had better things to do. I might do that next time just to prove a point or as a method of controlling spending durning these times of sky rocketing gas prices.
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Take care. ---Myra
*laughs* congrats on winning. I think?
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