So, the thing I hate is when I sit down and pay all my bills and then I subtract the number of dollars I just wrote checks for from the amount of dollars I have in the bank and the difference between the two numbers turns out to be 36. That's right. I have $36 at my disposal for the month of June.
This hasn't happened to me since I was 25, and it's debatable whether it should have happened then. But it did. And it has again. Here's a little formula to illustrate:
Odessa's hospital bills+car insurance+mortgage+2 plane tickets to my grandmother's 100th birthday party+final month of daycare+all the usual bills= a sum greater than I had anticipated.
So, this month I'm needing to observe some Depression-era economy. It's a good thing I didn't buy those $575 sheets, eh?