Don’t Get Burned
byWhen I was all pimply and lean I got my first car…
When I was all pimply and lean I got my first car…
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from the girls and I taking my parents out for a ‘coffee’ today it’s that the little details matter.
“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.
Loans are like that 90’s hit by Poison, Every Rose Has It’s Thorn: They look fantastic for getting what you need now instead of later, but you need to be aware of the pitfalls or you could get hurt.
The dropping of the ‘I want a cat’ bombshell has been deployed fairly regularly over the last 15 years to great success in avoiding all manner of housework for a few hours, as I then have to retaliate using my ‘I still don’t’ defensive maneuvers. Things tend to escalate fairly quickly from there.
Today was the first and only day I can ever recall thinking we should at least consider home schooling. And bear in mind, I hate helping my kids with homework. Almost as much as they hate me helping them.