Many of you know that I don’t like bu*#!ting (I don’t even like to say the word budget). And it hasn’t been for lack of trying. In the past I’d get myself psyched up to do it, but it would always end up feeling like a big guilt trip that wasn’t all that effective.
As a child, I vividly remember the tupperware that my grandmother kept her Raisin Bran in. What seared the cereal container into my memory was the piece of paper she had taped to the front. On the paper was a list of dates going back to the Nixon administration where she had documented every time the contents had been refilled, along with the cost per ounce and which grocery store in town had the best price at each date.