What A Day
I lost my wallet. I spent last night and most of today freaking out. I had a feeling it was in the house, but listened to my dad, called the bank, and cancelled the cards. This evening, I found it. It was under a blanket on my bed. Shoot. So right now, I'm sitting here, listening to my mother gripe about me spending my money. I wanted to blow my first check because there were a few things I needed. By blow I mean waiting until the next check to pay some bills. I never heard the end of it. I must have explained to her a million times what I was doing. For some reason, it never got through. She is also mad because I'm buying myself and my boyfriend annual passes to Busch Gardens. She's mad because I want to make payments instead of paying them off. I'm trying to explain to her that I need them soon and won't have enough money by then to pay them off. She always talks about how her money is hers, and noone should tell her how to spend it. But boy, she likes to tell others how to spend theirs. Oh well. This will only last 2 weeks. When the next check comes, everything will be peachy again. I just have to get through it. Sorry about the rant, folks. I hope you all have a nice Father's day.