F is for Frugal and Fuck...or Fuck and Frugal?

I just knew when the blog challenge started that my F day would be 'Fuck'.  However, today dawned and the word 'frugal' seems appropriate.  I guess the challenge here is how to create a blog post that successfully combines frugal and fuck without sounding like a dime store prostitute.  Hmmmmm...

First let me just tell you that I love the f-bomb.  I adore the word fuck.  Mostly because it is so versatile.  It can be used as a verb..."fuck me...fuck me hard!!".  It can be used as an adjective..."he's just a fucking asshat".  It can be used as an exclaimation...."fuck me!"  It can be used as either an invitation or a statement of contempt...."fuck you!"  I really could go on and on. 

Usually I avoid using it in conversation because when you say it a lot it tends to lose impact.  And Darling Husband says when I use it too much out of context..."I love when you fuck me..." that it can become unflattering.  Hmph....who knew?  

Anyway, today I had a new experience in the Wal-Mart.  That's right, I said the evil empire known as wally world.  We live like 30 minutes from the nearest main grocery chains (including Wal-Mart) so we don't go there regularly because it is impractical.  

So today was payday and we went for restocking.  However, this time was different.  I went there armed with other store's circulars, and coupons.  I loaded up 2 carts full to overflowing.  Let me ask you, you know that person in front of you in the check out lane?  The one who has flyers (yes, plural) and is asking the cashier to price match on several different items, and a blue fucking million coupons?  Yep, that was me today.  

I used to be a grocery store cashier. I hated those people and I never, ever wanted to be one of them for sure!  However today, I was that lady.  And can I tell you, when I walked out of there, after pressing other store's 'store coupons' on them, making them match the price on 4 different stores circulars (appx 25 different items), and my manufacturer's coupons, I was $50 to the good.  Well, it cost me $50 less anyway.  

I walked out of there with a coupon/savings high!!  I told Darling Husband that I felt like that experience gave me full on 'lady wood'.  Oh yeah, I was in the mood. Increased heart rate, shortness of breath the whole thing....I would have done him right there in the parking lot in the minivan if we hadn't had the 6 year old with us.  (What?  I'm not completely deplorable...only mostly) 

Anyway, I want to fucking take this fucking opportunity to thank you all for continuing to follow the stuff that I put out here.  I really fucking love the lot of you!!!  No lie!!  (see how too much fucking loses the impact??)