My new husband and I are trying to buy a home and
get moved in before the collapse of the mortgage industry
and Christmas.
We may even put up, then move a Christmas tree. Sighhh.
I am now married to a financial geek (i am one as well) and
it's a journey blending our styles. Husband has a spreadsheet
on his iphone.
I heard about a sale at Old Navy and we got new coats and
practical jeans for the kids. (Thursday afternoon.)
Thursday night we moseyed to Walmart to see how far we could
stretch our modest budget to cover 8 kids. I bounded up and
down the aisles like a gazelle in my native habitat, while husband
never lost sight of me, pushed a cart, and plucked spreadsheets
in his iphone. My younger daughter came along and strutted the
sale in heels, looking like a million bucks.
We got 10 pairs of warm jammies for the kids, and bikes to teach
the twins how to ride. Rain started pouring on the roof, so husband
went home to get a different car. Now my coffee is locked inside the
car and I can't find the keys
Cheers,
mh
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