Ok, hold on to your Snazzbelt because what I’m about to share with you just might change your definition of Snazz-a-matastic.
This is what happens: I get my 80 gallon barn silo of lotion when Jimmy Carter was President and I use it and I use it and I use it. And then, many decades later, after high waisted jeans are once again back in fashion, I think, Oh I guess I should go buy another small building of lotion in order to keep my skin soft and supple until the next Super Moon.
But then I become Saver Snazzinator and I upend my existing lotion container and I shake it violently every time I use it so that I am able to squeeze approximately twelve more years worth of moisturizer out of what seemed to be an empty vessel back when the buffalo roamed the prairies thereby disproving the old adage Nothing Lasts Forever and when I am able to do this I think Well done, Snazzpants, well done.
Snazzpants Rule #5: Stretch Your Happy.
It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over,