I love treats. A brownie and Diet Coke are my ideal breakfast, though a chocolate glazed old fashioned donut works too.
Some DIY projects are immense and impressive. Others merely help get you through the day without calling a locksmith.
I am cheap when it comes to the day-to-day. But once or twice a year, I think nothing of dropping several hundred dollars in a weekend playing cards. Of course I’d rather win, but I definitely budget to lose.
When I was 17 my parents offered me a deal: We’ll pay for your entire undergraduate career if you go to community college first, and a public, in-state school for the bachelor’s degree. I couldn’t say no; this was free college.
My sister will sometimes say, “Can’t chat, got to work,” reminding me that she is less distractible than I am, and correspondingly more successful.
My father had a heroin problem. Although he didn’t mean to, he taught me a lot about personal finance in the process.
“Value” is not always as awesome as it seems.
Gels, crèmes, sprays, shampoos, conditioners, moisturizers – not to mention wigs, headbands, hats, and appliances – have cost me a small fortune over the years.