Big Girl Pants

Maybe I shouldn't air my money troubles on the Internet. Many people seem to think that subject is "private". Well, I think my sex life and reproductive tendencies are private, but others don't seem to. So I'm going to talk about money.

NO! I'm not pregnant.

Chris and I have been married for going on two years. We are already over $30,000.00 in debt. Debt haunts me. We hates it.

Now, a lot of that is student loans, and that's not really real debt. But then there's the car we bought when Chris's crapped out. Why we didn't roll it down a hill into a tree and collect the insurance on it, I don't know. I guess 'cause that would be wrong. And because we'd have to kill the mechanic to cover our tracks, and he's a pretty nice guy.

And of course there's credit card debt, which we haven't tackled yet. We're waiting until after we've assassinated an insanely high-interest "supplemental loan" Chris got for school. A word of advice: Say NO to Sallie Mae.

To top that all off, Chris had to have two root canals. Two. That shit's bad enough without having to worry about how you'll pay for it, or why exactly you should pay for someone to drill holes into your teeth. Gitmo must be rolling in it. Anyway, the root canals were performed about a month apart, and we still haven't gotten the bill for the first one. Another thing we hates is suspense.

Oy, being a grown-up sucks. Just had to vent. Better now. On the bright side, we've never made a late payment and we've never had to beg for money, so we must be doing something right. Either that or God has some plan for us that doesn't involve debtor's court. My money's on the God thing.