I have a few guilty pleasures when it comes to being a domestic hero. Although I admit they are guilty pleasures, I do not have enough guilt, at the present, to quit them. I like them. They make me happy. Hence the name midget head...I mean, guilty pleasures.
Guilty Pleasure #1: I buy paper towels. I'll sometimes use one as a napkin. This is shameful as paper towels are much more expensive than your average napkin. I also use them to clean stuff. It's wasteful, I know, to carelessly use a paper towel when I could very well use a dish rag or towel. But I don't like laundry. Either that or I'm lazy. Or maybe it's a combination of the two.
Guilty Pleasure #2: As well as using paper towels to clean stuff, I went even farther and bought Clorox Wipes. I use these to clean my bathroom. It's a real pleasure to clean the counter and then throw the "rag" away. It's an even bigger pleasure to clean the toilet and throw the rag away.
Guilty Pleasure #3: (And, I might add, the greatest and guiltiest of them all.) I buy birthday cakes...from the bakery. I was taught the frugal way to have cake as a child: Buy a mix and a container of frosting. This costs maybe 2 or 3 dollars at the most. It's the most cost-effective way to do things. It's what we all should do. (We should all take cake decorating classes so we can learn to lavishly decorate our cakes with flowers, ribbons, caligraphy, and Alf.) But I love the store-bought cakes from the local grocery store. As my cousin would say, I HEART them. Especially the chocolate ones with chocolate frosting. So, my guilty pleasure is that I will willingly pay $15 for a cake instead of $2 or $3.
That's all for now. I would add more, but my fresh, homemade meal is almost done. I made it all from scratch and that's the honest truth....today.
What are your guilty pleasures?
11 years ago
8 comments:
I share all your guilty pleasures.
However, I only use the clorox wipes for the toilet. Also, my favorite kind of cake is Dick's white cake with white frosting and raspberry filling. I like to buy the little cakes that are about $4. Maybe because then I feel a little less guilty. (Then again those $4 cakes only serve four people. Oh well.)
My one guilty pleasure I want to add though is ziploc bags. Since my hubby and I rarely to eat out much for lunch, I figure I can splurge on ziploc bags. I reuse them if I can, but I do not wash them.
I have many guilty pleasures...the best ones have to be Huggies diapers, wipes, and cheap underwear you can throw away during the potty-training phase (at times, it is not even worth cleaningup a #2, I would just toss the whole pair of underwear). I remember changing my little sister's cloth diapers, using a rag to clean and those nasty pins to hold them together. The best thing ever is to just throw that poopy diaper, and all you used to clean the bum, away!
Ah yes. Guilty pleasures. Rather than bore you with all of my guilty pleasures, I'll just mention my favorite. Eating out. I love food. I love how it tastes. I mean really, we don't have any kids, so it is actually cheaper for us to get a $0.99 hamburger from Wendy's than to buy Hamburger, a pack of 8 buns (5 or 6 of which will meet an untimely molded death in the fridge) lettuce and tomatoes. Not to mention the time it takes to make them.
That's how it all started. That was how we began our trek up Lehonti's Hill. "Well, if we're going to eat at Wendy's, we might as well spend a couple extra bucks and get some fries, or yogurt, or a Frosty." "Well, once we buy all of that we might as well spend a couple extra bucks and buy the "perfect meal" at Lone Star (We Buy and split the Texas Trio with veggies and get an extra salad).
I also have to mention Spaghetti Mama's. If you haven't had their Lemon Shrimp Alfredo or Spinach Cheese Ravioli, you haven't lived.
Last time I checked, I found no pleasure in feeling guilty. But having said that, I enjoy a nice beverage every once in a while... at my bosses expense. (sucker!) The guy keeps a whole fridge full of soda in the back room, completely unguarded. What is he thinking?! abandoning all that precious sugar.... sweet... sweet sugar water in that cold cold cold fridge. I feel it my duty to rescue it from the clutches of the evil Dr. Freon. It's what I do.
Oh, the paper towel conundrum. And the diapers. And the eating out. And the stealing stuff out of other people's fridges. Er...
Carrie, there is such a thing as cake from scratch, and it's really yummy. Much, much, much better than the ones from the store. I'm telling you, and you should trust me, that it's not hard, and it's worth every second of measuring and stirring and waiting with the cakey smell wafting through the house.
Go get yourself a Betty Crocker cookbook. Not the new one, one of the old ones from the 70's with the orange cover. You don't have to suffer through one of those crappy cake mixes. Even with my wicked sweet tooth, I just am not tempted by a yucky cake.
I like expensive, yummy smelling soap!
One of my guilty pleasures is "wasting time" reading your blogspot...which I haven't had anything new lately to read. What's up with that?
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