You can learn a lot from the teachers and words of centuries
long past. However, most of the time, it is in hindsight that we even stop and
consider this. In the first century, a
Latin writer, Publilius Syrus wrote, “There are some remedies worse than the
disease.”
Most of this blog has focused on the transformation of a
chubby chick, often times leaving out the “broke” aspects. There is a thin line
between frugality and crazy, and most of you know that I toe that line on a daily basis. I am always on the lookout for good, cheap home remedies and have adapted several winners into my routine –
vinegar for cleaning (thanks Pinterest), tobacco on bee stings (thanks Nanny),
toothpaste on burns (thanks Mom), and warm
onions to soothe ear aches (thanks Momma Lori). But, for every home remedy that
turns out to be awesome-sauce, there are at least five or six that are about as
useless as a screen door on a submarine.
This blog post came about a day after
the incident, as I was too embarrassed to write about it yesterday. But, the
dawning of a new day has enabled me to laugh at myself -the hysterical, gut-wrenching,
tears coming out of your eyes kind of laughter that only happens when you realize that you have
made a total and complete ass of out yourself.
I don’t really even want to waste the time in telling you,
so I will just show you. Here is the Pinterest link of death: http://pinterest.com/pin/74872412527848459/.
Hopefully the link works, if not, let me know. So now that you have had a good
laugh at my expense, I will tell you that this was a HORRIBLE experience. Eric
had a field day with this one. Not only that, my bathroom was covered in
chocolate, Pasha chased me around the
house, and I still smell like cocoa after soaking in a bath and taking a hot shower. Some
thrifty fixes just aren’t for me. I will settle for pasty white until I get a few weekends of sunshine under my belt.
