//MONEY TALKS ...//
Direct deposit is evil.
It lulls you into thinking your money is there and you can live happily ever after, paying your bills. La la la. Then you check your account to make sure the money is there and ... poof! Your sense of security is shattered.
Ever since my wife started working part-time from home (since the Cutlet was born), we've had this problem twice. We're more vigilant about checking and balancing our account. But that doesn't help when the dinero is di-missing. And it happened again this month. Grrrrrrrrr. A paperwork snafu means we are broke until Monday, when the payroll lady returns to work.
Here's five questions I have about money:
1. Why do my reality checks always bounce?
2. Why am I so broke I can't pay attention?
3. How can a penny saved be a penny earned? I hate pennies! They are worthless until you turn them into paper money!
4. Why is it when you're a day late and a dollar short, they expect you to cough up a late fee, too?
5. Why on earth did I earn a journalism degree? If you have one, you know how this relates to money.
Yet we're still going to celebrate our anniversary as best we can. I think we're going to the Main Street Arts Festival in downtown Fort Worth, then having a nice dinner somewhere. Thanks to all who commented on my post below. I feel like a rock star!
