If you follow me on Twitter, then you know that I have give HH (my fiancé) the nickname Frugal MacDougal. that’s actually the name of a liquor store right over the border in SC, where you can get alcohol for cheaper than here in NC. Hence the “frugal.”
I call him this because he is definitely the “saver” in this relationship. Which is actually a good thing, because it provides a balance, and is a good influence on me. He hates debt, and I like that about him. Love it. But I digress.
HH thinks the Dollar Tree is the greatest place ever. Well, any dollar store, but we mostly have DTs. If you’ve ever seen “Legally Blonde” (the first one, not that horrid sequel), there’s a scene where Elle has to go interview a witness at a spa. One of the attorneys says to her, “a spa? Isn’t that, like, your mothership?”
The Dollar Tree is HH’s mother ship. Whatever beings brought the Dollar Tree to Earth, those are his people.
It’s a running joke with us now. Matter of fact, I remember telling him that he could not get my engagement ring from the Dollar Tree. IJS. I know they sell earrings. I was just putting it out there.
Whenever I come home and there’s something new in the house, or some generic meds or something, he’ll be like, “and guess where I got those from?” the answer is never Harris Teeter, Walmart, or Bilo. It’s the Dollar Tree. In his mind, I spend too much on Claritin, when we can get Assured Rx Allergy Relief for a DOLLAR!
A couple of weeks ago, I came home to these in the yard:
I sent him a text:
Me: hey! Nice lights. Can’t wait to see them at night. (it was still light out)
HH: Guess where those came from?!?
Because I KNOW they don’t sell no dang solar yard lights at the Dollar Tree.
Oh, but they do. The Dollar Tree tryna get fancy, huh? I guess I need to give Dollar Tree their props. LOL!