Money

I've talked about it before.   Money.   I try not to talk about it or think about it.   But money just wants to talk.  So ok.

Money likes to taunt me at every cash register,  sale email,  online cart,  and every end-of-the-monther.   It whispers, you can't ignore me.  You have to watch numbers.  You must care about me.  

Well rats.  I don't want to watch, balance, earn, stretch, save, give, pay, budget money.   I don't want to talk about it.

It quiets up a bit over weekly grocery totals and spring utility bills.  It's actually completely silent during littlebear ice cream outings. 

But projects!  It nearly shouts.  And gets me all muddled.  It says, "Whateryadoing?"  And then, "Doit!"  And then, "WhatwouldJesusdo?"  And then, "WhatwouldBilldo?"  And then, "Wait."  And then, "Whateryouwaitingfor?"

Just be quiet.  Just go away.  Just stop it.

La la la la la

But money just wants to talk.  

Rats.