My guess is that my fewish readers will gues this post will be about Peepers. My girl, my Lambie Pie Petunia, 16 years old, was put to rest on Tuesday. I cry and cry and manage to pull myself together only to cry again. And, so, today, I should be posting about Peepers and her quirks and how much I loved her.
But I'm not.
Reason 1: If I start posting about the memories, I'll never stop.
Reason 2: I'm in that "numb" part of the grieving process and, as busy as I am, it's working for me...
So, I post this instead. Today marks the two week anniversary of my $10/day budget. I got tired of "robbing from Peter to give to Paul" (mom's term) and checking my balance every day to see when/what would bounce. So I set myself a severe (for me) budget. Ten bucks a day. If I needed to spend more in a day (gas, prescription meds..) I divided the balance and adjusted accordingly.
For two weeks running, I've actually been UNDER budget. Sure, it's been a bit of a pain packing my own lunch and prepping my own dinner everyday. Especially when you get a craving for something special.
Still, I'm really proud of myself. I should have put myself on this austerity plan a LONG time ago. But with age comes wisdom, right?
Here's hoping (fingers crossed).
PS - does this austerity plan give me license to be bitchy about someone who goes out several nights a week to bars, spends time playing volleyball but not working/job hunting, and STILL bounces rent checks? just checkin...