In my household, we shop in different stores for different items.
Monday is a “weekend day” for my boyfriend and me.
“Whatever you do, don’t buy any toys,” my sister-in-law said. “My children have more toys than they know what to do with.”
Lukas and I always say each to other: “our dads can’t die first.”
How I went from busser to baker (plus every other food-related job in between).
The good news is I got published. The bad news is I didn’t receive any paperwork to fill out so I could get paid.
The longer we were together, the more I realized that just because someone is smart doesn’t mean they’re automatically smart with money.
My family is blue collar, but my parents worked their way up the socioeconomic ladder.