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I used to be in charge of the money in our house. But I wasn't very good at it. I liked to think I was good at it - I mean, the bills got paid and we had food and we only ran out of oil once but the oil guy came out the same day so it was only cold for a couple of hours.
Then we decided that it wasn't fair for me to always be in charge because I had to be the bad guy and say what we couldn't afford. Only, really, I'm not good at being the bad guy so I would juggle and make sure we could always afford what we wanted. Juggle means wait to pay some bills so we could go out to Thai Noon and I could get two Singhas instead of just water.
But we are grownups now with grown up jobs and a need to Save For the Future when we will be too tired to work.
So Ben got Ace Money which is a magical program that he downloaded from the internet and it's making him Crazy. Crazy. He enters in our receipts and calculates things and suddenly there is no more juggling. Now there is just crazy receipt nazi who makes me empty out my wallet every day and says things like "twenty-five dollars on candles? you spent twenty-five dollars on candles?" and when I explain that I went to Pier One and bought them ON SALE for the sake of our Budget, he doesn't get it.
I hate Pier One. Pier One has bad cheap stuff made by six year old children kept in factories in Hong Kong. I don't shop there but the candles that I really like that are made by nice Northwest Hippies who probably live in nicer houses than mine, are ten dollars each. Ten dollars. So, I did our Budget a favor by going to the store that I hate and getting candles there.
So I've gotten sneaky. I hide the receipts that he won't like and only give him the ones for gas and food. But it's going to catch up with me because he's started to look at the bank account online and yesterday I heard him say "fifty-eight dollars at the Pet Loft? that can't be right". Because he knows that Lu's food is only thirty-five dollars so that means I also bought toys and chewsticks. Because she needs them. Because she is left alone all day while we go to our jobs and she is half dalmatian which means that she is very high strung and likes to have something to do all the time. And I feel guilty because when I got her four and a half years ago I worked at home and so she didn't get as lonely as she does now. every day. Alone in the house with only some toys and chewsticks.
Ace Money is ruining my life.