Money Changes Everything

With apologies to Cyndi Lauper, damn! Money has been doing strange things around me recently.

First, I got a huge check in the mail from my insurance company to pay my surgeon. It's not often that I have a check for fifteen thousand dollars in my hand. I was tempted to run off to Tahiti and try to live on it, but decided to do the right thing and pay the man.

Then today, well, today was a doozy. The WCM (World's Cheapest Man) went out and dropped five bills on a GPS unit today.

Yeah, five hundred dollars. This is unprecedented in our 18-year relationship. Of course, being the WCM, he did tell me about it before he bought it, but he still bought it. I guess he's going to join the geocaching set now - you know, those idiots who go treasure-hunting with their GPS units for a buried tupperware container containing goodies? Oy vey.

Next thing, I get to my mother's house, and she hands me a check for, well, a lot of money. No specifics here, but it could buy six GPS units. It was part of my mother's inheritance from my grandmother. Now, I know that it's less than my cousins got (because I know exactly how much my mother and aunt got, and that my aunt split her money equally between her 3 kids - my aunt told me everything), but with my mother, I count myself lucky to have gotten anything at all.

See, that's the trick to dealing with my mother - you expect nothing, and then when you get something, you're delightedly surprised. And, boy, was I delightedly surprised today. So, now I have the headache of how to use this money. Tahiti is looking better and better.