OK, so Staples is getting ready for school to start, and has pocket folders on sale for a penny apiece. One penny, people! If you need folders just skedaddle on over to Staples right now -- I'll wait.
So my friend Mindy clued me in to this, and asked me and the urchins to help her buy a bunch of folders that will be used when our high school hosts a big hoo-ha in the spring.
tangent: Practice your bowing down now, before the awesomeness of Mindy, the queen of the bargain-finders.
another tangent:Please note that the EASY button does not in any way imply that Mindy is EASY, or that my urchins are EASY, or even that I am EASY.
When I asked her how many folders she thought they would need, Mindy was v-e-r-y cagey, but her answer involved me and my urchins and her and her urchins all trooping through Staples over and over and over again buying folders twenty at a time (some ridiculousness about "allowing others to take advantage of the savings.")
Well, now -- I thought this would be a fun adventure for a Sunday afternoon, but the urchins did not see it this way. You would have thought I had tied them to the rack or forced them to do Pilates. Much eye-rolling and teeth-gnashing ensued. The girls were bought off with a pretty binder and -- why?? -- a locker magnet in the form of a piggish lamb or maybe a lamb-like cow, I'm not sure. The tall boy had too much fun shooting me the evil eye to be bribed, so I left him to his pleasure.
Mindy's older urchins, by the way, refused to participate in this event -- using the fishy excuse that they are already ensconced on their college campuses six hours away. Anything to get out of a little help for Mom!
My urchins and I bought 240 pocket folders for $2.52. I feel like Ma Ingalls, making my own cheese grater or braiding hats out of weeds. Except different.