Talking about money stresses me out. I don't like it. Give me the money I can spend, and I'll make it work. Make me sit there and make a spreadsheet about it, and I'll fall apart.
Thus, Dan and I have an allowance system. Every month Dan gives me the grocery cash and the allowance cash (that I get to spend on me and the kids). Then I know what I can spend and we don't have to overanalyze it. It works brilliantly. Well, it did work brilliantly.
Then yesterday, Mr. Coin Collector (AKA Dan) handed me my allowance in 50 cent coins. I stared at him.
"I stopped by the bank on my lunch break and got your allowance. I went through them already and pulled out the good ones. You can spend the rest," he said.
"Really? I can spend the rest?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," he said.
"Where?" I asked. "Can you see me dumping this bag out on the counter at Target?"
He then admitted that he couldn't really picture me doing that, but it could be fun. Oh boy. What fun. Maybe this is his new way of getting me to stop shopping.