Davorama's Journal: Gotta love it.

So, yesterday my wife and I were lamenting the fact that we don't really exercise any discipline in our spending habits. It's not like we are misusing our credit cards or are otherwise in any serious trouble but we generally just piss it away on little things like too many mediocre meals out and then there's not really enough saved up for some of the bigger, more important purchases that we would like to make.

So, trying to be constructive about things, I suggest that we try to get organized and write some things down. Maybe make a spread sheet of income and expenses, a wish list with some rough costs and that sort of thing so we could make some priorities and maybe make some headway.

I forget what she said exactly but it was a general pooh, poohing sort of comment.

"Don't just blow me off." I say.

She responds to my protests with. "I'm not blowing you off! Pheh, Whatever..."

I had a good laugh. She was not amuszed after it kept going on for a while but I'm still snickering about it.