It has allowed me to do some pretty fabulous things. Going to Aruba in June was the most recent fabulous thing.
Beyond the Caribbean adventures, my next level obsession is the Melting Pot. Cheese fondue, filet mignon, chocolate-dipped everything = the best meal, but maybe not the most economical. And then there's the simple purchases. You know what I mean: you go to Target for shampoo, & you come out with shampoo, conditioner, makeup, a book, a dress, and some containers. Because I love containers.
The thing about money, though, is that it isn't free. Somebody has to work for it. WHAT? And now that I am officially Working Woman, that's going to be the money I worked for. And for some reason, recklessly spending the money I busted my buns to earn sounds a whole lot less appealing than spending my parents' money or the dwindling remains of my graduation money.
That is why, beginning August 1, I am becoming responsible.
{ responsible: /adj./ saving money instead of spending it; cooking instead of eating out; saying no to a fourth pair of pastel J. Crew shorts; being boring and old }
So I am going to have a budget. I'm going to cook (most of) my own meals. I'm going to find the freest - yo, I tried to make free-est a word; why am I teaching at a school? - activities in Boston.
Starting August 1. Until then...
Oh, hello, friend.
