@cahillcrew: Man, tough crowd #drybuyjanuary #nospendjanuary #girlmath #shopping

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stephanielf16
Stephanie Leanne 🇨🇦 🇺🇦 :
So you made a list of things to purchase after the month is over? Isn't that defeating the purpose of doing a no purchase month? Lol
2026-02-02 17:19:20
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lilb__34
lilsumosi :
I didn’t expect that long of a list 🤣🤣
2026-01-30 23:05:50
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kerij29
Keri Johnson :
I do this with my Amazon cart. I put stuff in it and leave it there and usually by the time I go back I don’t want it anymore.
2026-01-31 02:38:01
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lyssuhh5
Alyssa :
“But we are married” .. that’s subjective sir. 🤣
2026-01-30 23:02:12
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username0331857767
username0331857767 :
Self tanner is on there twice I think! You can delete one! 😂
2026-01-30 23:22:31
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mamameggzz
Megan Blankenship🦋 :
“Dog bed” 🤣 at least you’re not just thinking of things for yourself
2026-01-31 01:34:01
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elsiealexa
elsiealexa :
Couch, chair, living room rug. Re-doing your house in 2026? 😂
2026-01-30 23:11:15
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breannawolf0
Bre Wolf :
I think youre on to something! baby steps and a whole month of no buying...sounds like you skipped you are already in a roll 😆
2026-01-30 22:58:13
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christine_leon
christine_leon :
I love your idea!
2026-02-03 02:13:25
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mattlawtok
Matt L :
Matt needs to understand that there is no we in self improvement 😂
2026-01-31 17:35:30
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deannajevans
Deanna Evans :
I add everything to a list in the Giftful app.. so it feels like adding to a cart and sometimes all I want is to research and find the perfect thing -then they just sit in the app like a job well done 😂
2026-01-31 17:59:47
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angelelmm
Angele Meaux Mire :
I like this idea it will cut down on impulse buys for sure. Well done
2026-01-31 01:17:06
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jessicarenee174
Jessica Renee231 :
“You have a problem” 😂
2026-01-31 01:20:24
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leahd_mumof3
leah 🇦🇺 :
the judgement feels targeted and overly harsh 😑
2026-01-31 00:48:31
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goldencm
GoldenCM :
How many of the items are actually for you?
2026-01-31 02:07:30
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earthtokarisa
earthtokarisa :
I need to do this
2026-01-31 00:09:01
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keeky002
keeky 💗 :
Brilliant
2026-02-02 13:09:07
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jennak725
JennaK 💋 :
I don’t like the way they were bullying you 😆
2026-01-31 21:47:46
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janelnicolem
Janel :
🥰🥰🥰
2026-02-21 03:45:52
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koby0898
koby🍃 :
girl. chair?😭😂😂
2026-01-31 00:04:39
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