Coupons make me uncomfortable. There. I said it. I don't know if it's just that I don't want to be the one in the check out line to hold things up, or if I'm afraid the coupon will be invalid or expired or the item I picked up is not exactly the item in the coupon. I don't know. I just don't enjoy using them. Or searching for them. Or organizing them--or what have you. It's overwhelming.
But sometimes I wish I wasn't coupon-a-phobic. My in-laws are coupon geniuses. Dan's mother subscribes to a magazine (of sorts) featuring hundreds of "inspirational" pictures. People pile up all of their coupon/rebate deals on a table, pose their children or grandchildren with their treasures, and then send in their picture to the magazine. Seriously, imagine a child perched atop a pile of Depends with the caption "54 packages of Depends: $3.50" or three pitifully dressed kids surrounded by bottles of salad dressing, "800 bottles of Thousand Island: $1.99"
I just don't get how people do it. I mean, you have to use a coupon on something that's on sale and figure out if there is another way to save on top of that like a rebate or a store discount or something. I just can't think that hard about stuff. It's hard enough for me to get to the store, let alone get to the store with a play book detailing all of the coupon/rebate deals. Luckily my sweet mother-in-law does a lot of the thinking for me. She tells me about good deals, hands me especially good coupons, and even fills out rebate forms for me with receipts attached.
But this week I think I did some good shopping all by myself! Can you believe it? Me neither. Here I am with my 20+ boxes of Cheerios, Chex, and Trix. I think I just might make it into the rebate magazine yet.