Couponing for idiots.

I’m not calling you an idiot if you coupon. I do it myself. (I also remember the day when “coupon” was a noun, not a verb. Ditto “journal” and “parent.”)

What I’m doing is promoting this week’s giveaway, “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Couponing.”

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I didn’t get to the supermarket for a few days after my arrival in Anchorage. Until then, I used the milk and oatmeal my hostess already had. When I mentioned that I’d be replacing what I used, she looked surprised.

“Uh, that’s really old milk. I meant to warn you off it,” she said.

It had tasted fine to me. That is to say, it tasted about as good as nonfat milk ever tastes – like the water they used to wash a cow. All that mattered to me is that it loosened up the oats in the bowl.

I nearly changed my tune when I checked the “sell by” date: April 5. It was then May 6. I was drinking milk a month past its prime.

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Your summer plane trips will be simpler if you go carry-on only. This week’s giveaway can help.

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On the road to Homer.

Moose © by natalielucier

Sorry to have maintained radio silence for so long. I’ve had to take some time to grieve because my daughter had a second miscarriage. She found out she was pregnant while I was visiting last month, and would have been due close to Christmas.

That was May 11 – their fourth wedding anniversary and two days before Mother’s Day.

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Suitcase of doom © by BryanAlexander

Getting to Anchorage was an episode of “Revenge of the buddy pass.” Between 11 a.m. and 10 p.m. I was bumped from every single flight. Fortunately I didn’t collect the whole set, i.e., I got a seat on the last plane of the day, at 11:45 p.m.

Fortunately that wasn’t as bad as it sounds.

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