I want to tell you about my things, specifically how they’ve held their value and what they're worth to me. From big-ticket items and impulse buys, down to a pen or cat toy, I’m fascinated by how everything holds some degree of value over time.
I shouldn’t have continued dating Jason once I found out he sold weed. I probably should have just called it quits when he angrily threw a small McDonald’s French fry at me because I didn’t read his mind and buy a burger. And, I definitely shouldn’t have loaned him $1,000 over the course of the few months we dated.
I know how to balance a checkbook because my mother taught me how the day I opened my first checking account in the spring of 2003.
There was no mistaking this captured family of bloodsuckers. Erin and Ben definitely had bed bugs.
I’ve been a card carrier for a little over a decade now. My father, a child of Depression-era parents, has instilled in me to never live beyond my means, and to only use my credit card for emergencies.