Sunday, August 14, 2011
Overbudget . . . Really?
So my husband and I are going over our personal finances. Now this is what we do as a business . . . we are accountants. (www.GregBartonCPA.com) We almost NEVER do this for ourselves!
We are looking at numbers. (Yes, we spend too much on dining out. Thank you, Master Card.)
And there are some things that aren’t adding up. As I am a control freak highly motivated person I need things to line up.
My husband, the CPA, says: No – this is the correct number. I ran everything. You are going to have to accept this is what you spent on clothes for you and the girls last year.
I go into my closet. I count tank tops. (Yes, there are about 20 of them. I live in Palm Springs. And I like a variety of colors. Some were on sale for $11.00. Though I never wear the olive green one.)
Wait. Do I have a secret closet somewhere else? Secret even from me? But well stocked with chic expensive plus size wear?
If I have spent thousands of dollars on cute clothes, dammit, I want to know where they are!!!
I keep trying to figure out where all this money has gone. I am a big girl, and I do like to look FINE when we go out. I need work clothes, yoga (i.e. Mommy) clothes and cocktail clothes. I need clothes to wear over to someone’s house and clothes to go to a party.
I need swim suits, mountain vacation clothes and Nikes. And I do like a cool pair of wedges. (Thank you @Zappos.)
But I’m still not finding all these big bucks worth of clothing.
I lose sleep.
I talk to my girlfriend Dorothy @EcoOrganizer.
I worry about early onset Alzheimer's.
I go back to my husband and challenge the numbers.
I think that maybe I am having episodes of blackout shopping.
I ruminate to my husband: the girls have very modest clothes, skinny jeans and uniforms. How could this be?
I ask: “Honey, do you think those fancy French cuff shirts and fancy pants are factoring into this at all?”
Then one night A WEEK LATER, @Taxes007 comes home and mentions, in passing, “Oh, by the way, that clothing line item number? It was off by $7000.00. Made a little error. ”
He continues pouring himself milk like he hasn’t a care in the world.
I have a small stroke in my left temporal lobe.
“What? You swore that number was right!”
You killed me for a week. I didn’t sleep. (I did however manage to eat. I was stressed.)
He shrugs his shoulders.
Then I log onto Zappos.com. Cuz there are a pair of Steve Madden Wedges calling my name.
Let’s see who has the stroke now. #victory