…and it has nothing to do with the fact that neither Scott of I have any sort of regular income, or the fact that we don’t have any regular sort of income anywhere near on the horizon, or the fact that we are currently living off savings and student loans, or the fact that I drive a slowly-breaking down car and sit on a couch with ever-widening holes, or the fact that our student debt is growing faster that the recession-induced economy.
I feel rich because I’ve achieved two major accomplishments this year, as my mom was kind enough to remind me.
I feel rich because I get to bask in the joy of fall.
I feel rich because I have a little peanut who can always make me laugh—with her Heil Hitler arm which indicates her tummy is full; her sideways eyes (which move from one corner to the other like a spastic typewriter) when she’s attempting avoid sleep; and her every changing faces, especially when we tickle her bottom lip in an attempt to make her smile.
I feel rich because I married a man who, when questioned about whether we should have lunch at “Dream Girls” (a closed-window establishment at which I hope he never decides to have lunch) or Wendy’s he replies, that his dream girls are already in the car. Such endearing one-liners certainly make me feel rich, indeed.
WE feel ya on the whole $ situation:)))) Don’t worry, it will all be over soon enough:) But you HAVE had such GREAT accomplishments lately. Way to go!
Left by kandra on November 9th, 2009