What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Well, snot rockets, I didn't win the lottery - YET!

To calm my wounded soul, I went bargain hunting at Toys R US (TRU) yesterday. I bought two Play-Doh sets, a handheld Boggle Electronic game, a handheld Simon game, a Spy Listener and a laser light. The total before "deals" would have been $57.64. I paid $21.00 and mailed in a $5.00 rebate on top of that for a grand total of $16.00. The games were buy one get one free. The Play-doh was buy one get one free too. The Spy Listener was on sale for 99¢ (was $10.98!) and the laser light was $1.99. I had a coupon for $5.00/$25.00 purchase - so I threw in the laser light to get my total over $25.00.

I bagged up three bags of items to take to the Salvation Army this afternoon. I am trying to declutter and get rid of a bunch of stuff. But, the deals still call out to me. I need therapy.
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