Have you noticed that I am on the Frugal Hacks blogroll? I have the little badge down there on my right side bar.
What you don't know is that it took me forever to convince myself that I am really frugal enough to submit my blog for approval.
I mean, occasionally, if I'm in a tight spot, I buy bread at the grocery store instead of making it myself or buying it at the Mrs. Baird's Thrift Store. And I have been known to break down and get fast food for lunch.
Those things are definitely NOT frugal, so I kept waffling back and forth on whether I really should be on the Frugal Hacks blogroll. I finally submitted my blog, and, after waiting on pins and needles for confirmation, was approved, to my great glee.
Unlike the time in 1982 when I tried out for student council, and waited nervously for the tally to come in, only to find out that my best friend beat me out of the only available spot, BUT I'M NOT STILL BITTER.
All that angst is what makes the confession that follows all the more tragic.
While I was preparing for three rounds of out of town guests, making and mailing two aprons, canning 27 jars of jam, and you know, living life, there were perfectly good packages of meat languishing in the garage refrigerator.
Out of sight, out of mind, they say.
It wasn't until today, when one of the kids said, "Ew! Something in the garage STINKS!" that I realized my error.
I had picked up some chicken thighs on sale that I intended to boil and debone as soon as I got the chance. I didn't put them in the freezer when I brought them home (like I should have) because each day that passed I kept thinking, "THIS will be the day I find the time to take care of that chicken."
Until the day I quit thinking about it altogether sometime last week.
Bad Smockity. Bad, bad Smockity. (Cue "Cops" theme song.)
Honestly, when I was bagging it up to throw out, I was envisioning stuffing dollar bills into the trash can. I hate that!
So there you have it. Now you know. I guess that makes me a Frugal Hacker Wannabe.
Can I still keep the badge?