Next week (9/13 through 9/20/09), there will be a HOT deal at Rite Aid on Johnson & Johnson products.

You may want to print this $2/2 coupon here and then check out the scoop at Shannon’s blog here.

 

 

Here is a coupon that will go FAST.  Print a $2.00/1 Healthy Choice Frozen Meal HERE!  You should be able to print it four times. 

If you shop Giant (PA chain) or Martins, these coupons will score you some FREE Healthy Choice Frozen Meals this week.

Get ’em before they’re gone!

Thanks, Shannon!

I have a super busy day ahead of me.  We are heading out of town tomorrow for my brother-in-law’s graduation and leaving the kids with family (thank you, family!).  So I am currently working on a long list of things to do before then.  In the meantime, I thought I’d share one of my favorite posts from my other blog.  It’s a glimpse into life in my house (and my brain).  Maybe you relate?

(Oh–and the secret I keep referring to is that we were about to start a new money-saving blog called Cha-Ching on a Shoestring!)

True Confessions of a Tired Busy Happy Mom

Lincoln just turned 6 months old. I’m running a 10-mile race in May with my cousin. Griffin asked if hot dogs were a vegetable the other day. I gave up Oprah for Lent. I am so looking forward to the end of Daylight Savings Time. I think the way they are doing American Idol this year is cheesy. At first, I was just going to give up ice cream. And why birds don’t wear underwear. But then, I just made a chocolate cake instead. How do my children sense when I am up early? Lincoln used to sleep in the bathroom. Do they smell me? I just ate some chocolate cake for breakfast. Now he sleeps in Griffin’s room. I’m doing just fine without her, thank you. I am in love with the children’s play area at Wegman’s. I’m not even Catholic. Is it ok to bribe my son with a fruit roll up to stay in bed? Wes and I have a secret. No, not Lincoln. I’m not pregnant. And why girls don’t have beards. We’ll tell you soon. So far, I have only run 3 miles. Griffin used to sleep in until 8:30 or 9. I’m pretty proud that I just taught myself how to cross off words. Arby’s roastburgers are yummy. I am so looking forward to the end of Daylight Savings Time. Oops. I already said that. Griffin sings “Shot to the Heart” every day. All day long. I read a story about a mom with sextuplets last night. Is that wrong? I just noticed that Lincoln is working hard to push himself forward on the floor. I just got a whole bunch of free stuff from walgreens. When they were four months old, she and her husband turned off the baby monitor so they would learn to sleep through the night. I love to kiss my son’s cheeks. They did. Let’s see what Lincoln thinks about Baby Einstein. I guess I’m not as tired or busy as I thought I was. Actually, I’ve run more than 3 miles–just not all at once. He likes it. I cannot wait until I can sit out on my porch in the morning. Why didn’t I think of making videos of pretty pictures and classical music? I promise I’m not pregnant.

One of our favorite rites of passage each spring is our first trip to the ice cream store.  We have a great mom and pop ice cream store up the road that promises heaping scoops of decadent flavors for lower prices than the national chain stores.

This past weekend was glorious and we upstate New Yorkers emerged from our dens, squinting at that unfamiliar bright orb in the sky.  Finally…

I mentioned the ice cream store to Wes and his arm twisted quite easily and painlessly.  So we packed up the boys and happily made the short trip.

Since I’m a creature of habit, I opted for my two favorite flavors: peanut butter cup and cookie dough.  Does it get any better than that?

And then it happened.  The unthinkable.  A few licks in, those two beautiful scoops of ice cream slid right off my cone and plopped into a heap in the dirt.  I was horrified.

So I hopped back in line, empty cone in hand, and waited to tell my tale of woe.  Surely, they would understand my dilemma and place two more fat scoops of ice cream on that cone, right?  (I’d be happy with even just one…)

I was wrong.  When I finally made it to the window, the teen-age girl inside listened to my story with a blank look on her face and said, “You’ll have to pay for it.”

Would you believe me if I told you I teared up a bit?

I don’t know if it was the fact that we had left the rest of our money in our car across the road or that I didn’t feel like I should fork over the $2 that could be spent elsewhere.  Or possibly it was the injustice of it all.  (It became obvious to me that this wasn’t my fault when I saw someone else lose their ice cream just minutes later. )

I certainly don’t know what the typical protocol is when it comes to this dilemma.  Possibly this is a national standard.  But it simply didn’t feel right to me.

So, my question to you all is this:  What would you do if you faced this dilemma?  Would you simply walk away like I did?  Would you ask to speak to a manager? Or maybe you agree with the store’s policy?

I certainly don’t plan on boycotting the store or sending hate mail.  I simply will be extra careful licking my ice cream cone the next time we stop in.

Epilogue:  My super kind husband gave me the rest of his cone that day.  My hero.