That’s a whole 40 cents we saved on groceries tonight, and if I had let him Jon would have stood on top of the conveyor belt at the checkout stand to proclaim his magnificence to everyone in the store, he was that proud of himself. I’ve never seen Jon use a coupon, never even suspected he would be so enthusiastic about it, but let’s just say that this is a side of my husband I wouldn’t mind seeing more of. In the future if he finds that I’m not in the mood, all he’ll need to do is lean over and whisper 40 CENTS, BABY, and I’ll run and get the butter.
Good news for Jon: that new computer he wants? Only 25,998 coupons away. I’m counting.