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?
Jane, I had never looked at your blog until today and I had to laugh at what you said about your George being cheap and eating crackers that he really did not care for. His response would have been exactly what my husband, Lester, would have said. He eats anything and does not mind leftovers or whatever I serve him. Too funny. Eleanor
Glad you can related! I’ll tell George you enjoyed that and about Lester.