Marvin and I are in a big fight.
I usually don't exploit our big fights for blog material, but then again we don't fight a lot.
Don't you just get annoyed when people say about their other person, "Oh, we never fight!" I do not believe that to be true, first of all, and why do people feel the need to appear perfect to the world? And if it IS true, you are repressing a lot of crap, there, honey. That's all I gotta say about that.
Anyway, we are getting 3 trillion seven hundred ninety eight billion dollars back from our taxes this year, which is refreshing, as we usually owe tons of money. This is the only good part about being poor now and also owning a home for the first time.
Since we left LA and Marvin became a teacher, we make a lot less. Ironically, since we left LA and Marvin became a teacher, we were finally able to afford a house. I know that makes no sense, unless you have ever looked at housing prices in LA. Our modest little house would go for about $800,000 in LA. At least it would have when we left. According to my friends back there, everyone is now basically standing in bread lines and it is dramatically different in the past year and a half, so maybe my modest little house would be worth a mere $600,000 now.
What we're fighting not-at-all-fairly about is what to do with the money. Neither of us want to buy anything fun, but I will stop there with the details. Both of us want to do something practical with and dull with it. I'll just say that.
And Tee, he won't take the Dave Ramsey class, I already suggested it!
Why is money such an emotional issue? Geez, Louise.
And in other news, I have not finished my 49 pages of electrophoresis, but I am proud of Frankie who Can't Relax for knowing what it is. Look at the big brain on Brad. Doesn't Frankie who Can't Relax have a PhD in science or something? Can anyone tell me how it is that someone could slog through an entire doctorate program in SCIENCE?
Anyway, I did about 30 pages and I stayed late and I just couldn't get it all done. And this had nothing to do with Paula from New York Dammit and me trying to find out the exact words Bugs Bunny used when he told off that cannibal that time. Do you remember that? He just kind of pretended he knew the cannibal's language and it made him really angry? But it's not the cartoon where the men turn into hot dogs.
Yeah. My inability to get my pages done had nothing to do with trying to look that up or anything.
Do you think this is why I only have a bachelor's degree? My fine attention span?
Hey, maybe Marvin will let me put all the details of our argument on this blog, and we can have a vote on what to spend the money on. Do you think that'd be productive and healthy? I could put one of those little polls on here where you click yes or no and it shows you the results, like they have on People.com, where you vote whether someone's outfit rocked it or not. "Does Marvin's spending plan rock it or suck it?"