I’m determined to have moths fly out of my wallet next time I open it.
MR and I agreed last weekend that we would think about our purchases and wouldn’t spend foolishly. I had to remind him that buying coffee at 7-11 when it was already made at home was unnecessary. I got a look. Seems I’m the one who’s going to do the penny-pinching.
So I sent him to the store for milk and sauce. He paid.
Yesterday I wrote a check (my last) for SEPTA, the special-education PTA. I would have had to do it eventually, so I spent the $10 now. It’s for a good cause. Other than that, I haven’t spent a dime. I did FIND $0.15 yesterday. Woohoo.
As for eating up our stash, a pork loin from the freezer for the family and black beans and rice from the stockpile for me, with plenty left over for lunch tomorrow. This week has been pretty easy, food wise. The weekend may be harder since we’re going out to the beach house to be chased by zombies. I’ll just have to pack smart. And cheap.
While I was doing the dishes tonight, I watched one of my favorite movies, “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”. You know, the first one with Gene Wilder. I was home all alone, watching this movie that I’ve seen around 100 times. And even though I’ve seen it that many times, there are things that have always bothered me, such as:
-How did Willy Wonka know Augustus Gloop was not going to continue on the factory tour? There are not enough seats in the “Wonkatania” in the next scene.
-”Invention is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation and 2% butterscotch ripple.” Willy Wonka must have failed math. Mrs. Teavee does point out, however that it does add up to 105%. Was she a teacher?
-Shouldn’t Violet’s clothes remained the same while she grew into a blueberry? They should have split open and she should be round and naked.
-Willy Wonka must not have been too attentive- Charlie and Grandpa spent a considerable amount of time in the bubble room and no one noticed they weren’t there when they went into the next room
-Why are there no female Oompa Loompas? (None in the newer Johnny Depp version, either.)
-Why is Veruca Salt the only kid that gets a song? Charlie singing “I’ve got a Golden Ticket” with Grandpa doesn’t count.
-”Children are disappearing like rabbits”. Huh?
-Does Mike Teavee like TV because of his last name or is this a weird coincidence? What nationality is Teavee anyway?
-Snozzberries are dicks. Those kids licked dick-flavored wallpaper. Ew.
-There are WAY too many sexual references in this film. Almost pedophilistic. Yeah, I just made up that word. Think Gobstoppers (you can suck them forever, they never get any smaller), “small boys are extremely springy and elastic. So I think we’ll put him in my special taffy-pulling machine.” (taffy-pulling small boys?), “Here it comes! Here it comes”, as they shoot out of building and then there’s that perverted looking Gobstopper machine- thrusting up and down. Thank goodness it goes over the kid’s heads.
-Why didn’t any of the Oompa Loompa actors get any credit at the end?
Okay, I know some of these ponderings are straight out of Roald Dahl’s imagination, but that doesn’t mean I can’t question his sanity as well. If you follow me on Facebook, you would have seen many of these observations posted. I got bored and lonely. As one of my peeps asked me, “Where’s your Ebert, Siskal?”
I need an Ebert. And a few more thumbs-up for this crazy, wonderful movie.