cryin’ broke
Don’t pay attention to me cryin’ broke. The only reason I am is because I split all my non-bill-or-expense-paying money between my New Orleans trip and my My Own Home account. I left myself $100 in my credit union expense account until Friday when I get paid. Trouble is, immediately after that, I treated my soror/college roommate/homie from way back to lunch at one of those day-of-the-week restaurants (I’m not mentioning their name unless they pay me). Then I took out $10 to go to the laundromat. THEN I filled my gas tank. Then I ate breakfast and lunch out today because Mister Ant and I didn’t make groceries last night. You see where this is going, right?
I don’t know if I’m going to make it to Friday without dipping into the money that I’m supposed to be reserving for spending in New Orleans in my bank fun money account. Darn it. I won’t say I saved too much (it’s against my natural inclination to say that), but if I had thought this thing through, I would have executed the plan better.
