I buy the newspaper. Just one. I am a couponer, but am by no means a crazy couponer. In other words, I clip for the things I buy--or other things I'd like to buy, but can't make myself pay full-price for. As long as I'm saving enough in coupons to justify my purchasing of the newspaper, I figure I'm getting the local news for free.
One of the other reasons I like the paper is so I can scour the ads. When there is a particular purchase that I need to make, especially a high priced item, I watch the ads for weeks to familiarize myself with the price range of the item in question. When an ideal, extra-low price is advertised, I buy.
Then, and this is where I think I'm a bit broken, I keep watching the ads. For weeks. If the price goes down, I kick myself. That, I gloat, rarely happens. I'm pretty sure the real reason I continue watching the ads is to revel in my awesomeness. Knowing I got the best deal of the century strokes my pride better than few other things.
"You know the dohickey I bought last month? I haven't seen it for less than 40% more than what I paid."
"That's great, honey," says the ever-patient man by my side.
"No, listen. You need to understand how amazing I am. I've been watching the ads and I've checked online and you CAN'T find if for less than what I paid!"
Poor guy. Other wives must talk about the most interesting things. Me? I just tell him how many ways I've spent his money that day.
Does anyone else do this? Why can't I buy something and let well-enough alone?
But, seriously. I got the best deals for my kids' Christmas presents . . . last month!