Like everyone else and their dog in this world, I am trying to tighten the pursestrings and trim the fat. Generally speaking I already do a pretty good job of trimming and tightening with Winners as my bloodsport and the euphoria of seeing how much I save during a sale feels like I’ve won the Lotto. Not to mention following the musician’s motto( motto being a fancy way of saying absolutely no choice) of living like the Amish, but when you dig down there is always something you have a weird emotional attachment to that’s robbing you blind. I am by nature a bit of a procrastinator and when I moved house two years ago I decided that instead of disconnecting my internet completely I would continue to pay a minimum charge and hold on to my ten year old email address until I had a chance to notify everyone on my list. Most people would get this done within the first month while loathing every minute of paying for absolutely nothing, but not me, I did it up until last week. Two whole years I spent an inordinate amount of dough on a simple email address that is free through google and hotmail. For this amount of money I could have paid a schoolteachers’ salary in Africa for a year, bought 144 frozen pizzas or paid for a trip to Cuba to rescue me from the depths of a Canadian winter. It’s not like I didn’t have anything else to spend this money on, quite the opposite( please see musician’s motto above) I just couldn’t bring myself to switch companies, I was sucked in, kind of like a bad relationship where they tell you ” You’ll never find someone who loves you as much as I do”. Then quite by accident( I swear it just happened!) I discovered bundling, one of the most beautiful things to come out of a competitive marketplace since two for the price of one laser eye surgery. After extensive research I realized that not only was I wasting money on the internet, I was bleeding money on my home phone and cable and that if I went with just one service provider I could literally save two hundred dollars a month. It was then I knew that not only could another company love me better, they would give me reruns of Dallas every night and tell me how lucky they were to have me, not the other way around.