Meanwhile, back at the ranch....

I finally broke down and told my husband how much money I owe the credit card companies. YIKES! That's a very scary thing to do for me. He is money obsessed, whether he wants to admit it or not. Then the questions started. What do you have to show for it? What did you buy? How are WE going to pay for that? Well, in my wee little mind it's already worked out. It will get paid for, just not in his 2 month time frame that he wants it taken care of in. (Too many prepositions there, but you know what I mean) Money is the absolute worst fight anyone can ever have. I'm the one with the job, I'll get it paid eventually, right? God I hope so. Credit card companies love me. Took all of the credit cards out of my purse yesterday. It was very cleansing. Why do I let them define me anyway? Is it the freedom to get for myself what no one else will get for me? Is it the power that I feel whipping that little piece of plastic out and doing the "CHARGE" song so commonly heard at sporting events? I don't know. But what I do know is that I can't be trusted with those dang things. Keep them away from me, it's just too easy.