Money has been a little tight. I'm not sure why, but we seem to be cutting it close lately. So, I put a voluntary moratorium on excess spending (kind of hard with Christmas coming up, but I'm giving it a try).
Then my youngest comes home from college and my husband arranged for her to go have her oil changed. I don't remember what I said, but it was something along the lines of, "But, I just got our last auto service bill paid off." He replied that it was only going to be around twenty dollars.
Do I need to go on? You can see where this is going...right. Yes, $600 dollars later, she now has new brakes, a new something, and a new something else!!
It gets worse. Later that day, I see my husband hunched over in the corner of our basement. I start to walk towards him and he says, "You might not want to come over here." He points to the hot water heater. The leaking hot water heater. Then, he says, "Look at it this way, this heater was built in 1984. At this rate, if we get a new one, we'll die before it does."
I just stared at him and replied, "Really. Your idea of cheering me up is telling me that my hot water heater will outlive me."