No one has ever put me in charge of anything financially important. The US Treasury has never called on me. My tax preparation software always asks me to double check my facts. I even lost the 7th grade student council election for treasurer. That has always ticked me off. The girl who won got ‘C’s on her math quizzes. I know because I sat behind her and always had to switch papers with her. But C-girl was put in charge of our entire class treasury – – the whole 42 bucks! So what is it about me that screams “financially irresponsible”??
Well, here’s one thing. As you know, I recently decided to trim our financial waistline by cutting out our monthly satellite TV subscription. That will be a helpful addition of $75 to our monthly budget. Sounds pretty financially responsible so far, doesn’t it? Keep reading.
We’ve been having computeritis in our household. That is a degenerative condition caused by too many people, and too few computers. Fortunately, it is a disease only rampant in affluent societies such as ours. Third world countries have to deal with slightly less distressing illnesses, such as malaria and cholera. But in our house, computeritis is going around like crazy. The worst symptom of the illness seems to be uncontrolled computer pouncing. Somebody working on his blog needs to pee? Someone else will be in his computer chair before he even gets his fly unzipped. And God help anyone who leaves the computer to check the mail. Probably won’t see the sight of that screen again for two hours!
The person who gets the worst case of the malady? Poor Resistant-Techie. I think everyone figures that he is too technologically challenged to deserve more than a few minutes at a time at the computer. But R-T is getting quite frustrated at constantly losing the musical computer chair game. His blog is burgeoning, he is a master I-Tunes downloader now, and his surfing skills are way beyond average these days. Plus, his birthday and Father’s Day are just around the corner, and I usually like to make sure he understands how appreciated he is this time of year.
So…I bought him a computer. His very own super-deluxe, easy-to-operate, resistant-techie-friendly computer. I saw in the sales flyer, I went to see it in the store, and I bought it. And not one person who helped me locate it, load it in my cart, or check it out for me asked me if I could actually afford it. I took that to mean that I was getting quite a bargain. My credit card went through just fine – – another good sign. The store was even on the way to where I needed to drop my son off for an appointment, so I was even saving gas! And I would definitely get the new computer desk he now needed from the local thrift store, instead of one of those high dollar department stores.
So whether or not that beautiful new piece of hardware sitting in the bedroom far outweighs the yearly savings we will get from our dropped satellite subscription, it is all good right? Hubby is happy. I am happy. The computer manufacturer and the retail store are really happy. And C-girl? Well, she is probably sitting in her stylishly decorated Manhattan penthouse, that she scrimped and saved and lived financially responsibly for. But is she as happy as I am knowing that my wonderful, hardworking, incredibly selfless hubby never has to worry about getting up from the computer to get a Diet Coke ever again? I seriously doubt it.