Always a Matter of Money
Talk about a post-walk buzz kill!
Understand, he writes the cheques, incrementally, every couple of weeks. He. Writes. The. Cheques.
Yet, somehow… he thinks this will fly:
“From what I see here,” points to laptop, “For the last couple of months, I’ve written you a total of $4 grand a month.”
“Yes…”
“I thought I was only writing a total of $3 grand…” looking at me for explanation.
“But, you write the cheques…”
He looks at me incredulously, as if to say, ‘yes, but you are the one asking for money and so, therefore despite the fact that I, indeed, must right out amounts- twice, once in number form and again in cursive- you are the one truly accountable and therefore the one held in complete contempt of our household financial responsibility, without doubt engaging in flagrant over-spending. Driving me into complete and utter despair at your total fiscal incompetence, and our family into financial ruin.’
Apparently I’ve been pulling a fast one. Perhaps skimming the household finances. We are able to live on $4 grand a month, for Chrissakes!
Oh, to spend just a few hours in his head.
Aaaaaaaaargh!
