Don't you hate it when you get to the bottom of the jar?
And I don't mean just mean the mayonnaise jar or the jelly jar; I mean the bottom of my moisturiser container.
You know the winter season can be a killer on the skin with the heater going day and night, and not only my skin but my lips have been chapped by our weather. And here I was literally taking a Q-tip and scraping the bottom of my moisturiser bottle trying to get the last of it out, and applying the residue to my poor parched face.
By pay day I was all done in, and raised the white flag.
It was time *deep sight* to go shopping.
I hate shopping.
Mostly because the money seem to disappear before it even arrives.
I wish we just had one week were we didn't have to spend any money at all, but I really don't think that will happen any time soon.
So I went to Wal-mart with family in tow; where any self respecting tight wad will go to save on her money and I got my moisturizer and mayonnaise and what every else I was running out of and we still ended up spending over a hundred dollars.
A hundred dollars?
And only a few bags to show for it too.
I hate shopping, but I hate having dry cracked skin more.