Confessions of a Cheapskate, part two
In an earlier blog, I confessed that I’m frugal. However, my husband is cheap unless, of course, he’s looking to buy a computer, car or television.
But, I digress. George reminded me how cheap he was the other day. He was eating soup with cheese and crackers for lunch and said, “I really don’t like this kind of cracker.”
I said, “Don’t eat them. I have another box in the pantry.”
He paused, glanced at the offending square, and said, “No, I’m almost finished with them.”
Yes, he had only five crackers left.
“Besides,” he added. “I can hardly taste them if I put a lot of cheese on top.”
Can any of you beat that?