My mom and step-dad are big on saving money where they can. Really, who’s not wanting to save a penny or two? And they recycle; recycle e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. The Kleenex boxes are broken down and the plastic thingy that hold the tissue is even ripped out. It’s something they are proud of and take rather seriously. I don’t blame them really; it’s excellent practice and I wish that more people (myself included) were so diligent. Even though I was scolded and forced to pull something recyclable out of the garbage and into the corresponding receptacle - disgusting - I still pick and choose what I feel like recycling. I know, Haley-O is on the verge of a heart attack this very moment.

My parents were also big on hanging the laundry outside. Now, this I would do provided I actually had a clothes line. Don’t think my neighbours wanna see my husbands drawers draped over the top of the backyard fence… nor do I for that matter. I remember how great it would be to have my freshly washed and dried (outside) clothes. To raise them to my face and breath in their freshness. So wonderful.

The part I didn’t enjoy? Still to this day makes me cringe? Bath towels hung on the line; and bedding. Yuck. The LAST thing I want is to get out of a nice warm comforting shower to a crusty sand paper-esque towel. *shudders* Yeah, it may smell nice but freshly grated skin from the friction of the towel does not. My mom was big on this. There’s a simple remedy really, put them in the dryer for a couple minutes after bringing them in - just to soften them. Nope. Not this lady. That would defeat the purpose.
I just dread going to my mom’s in the summer time because I KNOW that the towels will be hard.

So, now I am anti stiff and hard (hee hee) towels and any linens. I like other stiff and hard things though… SICKO!
We bought these bed sheets last year. Really funky colourful stripes. They so cute - to look at. No matter how many times I wash them they feel like sand paper on my skin and unfortunately have been banished to the spare room. But these other bed sheets? To. Die. For. Bought them at Costco at Christmas time. They are microfiber fleece. They are practically orgasmic they are so soft.
I felt that we were in desperate need of new bed sheets since my fleece one were getting pills from being used to often, and the pills begin to feel like sandpaper. That’s a no-no. So, I was walking down the aisle and feeling all the sheets. I would open the bag and shove my hand between the layers of sheets and rub it back and forth. (Bet you’re hoping you don’t shop at the same Costco as me. And if you do, you’re hoping that you washed your new sheets before using them!) So, I would rub back and forth to see if they were sufficiently soft, then move on to the next bag and so on.

Until.

I met them. The sheets from heaven. Literally.

They are soft as a newborn baby’s bum (but not the one growing on my face).

I was rubbing back and forth in the aisle of Costco and then rubbed them on my face and moaned. I was moaning in the aisle of COSTCO!
Mike came around the corner just as I opened my eyes, he looks at me and looks around to see if anyone just witnessed what I had done.

Then as if it was nothing he says, “Guess you found ones you like? Put ‘em in the cart.”

I love my husband.

Even if they were a million dollars, I bet you he still would have paid for those sheets after all that moaning.