Wait, I have a coupon for that

I have reached a point with my couponing that I won’t need to buy deodorant, toothpaste or soap for a year. The shelves in my closet are stocked. It’s like my own corner store without lottery and dirty magazines covered with black paper. I blame a delightful lady I met at a blogging conference in New York City. Chrystie runs the website Ilovetogossip.com. She doesn’t gossip about celebrities. You won’t find pictures of Paris Hilton’s snatch on her site. She will tell you secrets to a score some free bacon. What would you rather see? There is a weird high you get when you buy stain remover for a nickel. I can’t explain it, but this about sums up extreme couponing: