Funny Money.

Well. Timothy and I have hit a wall. And it has to do with money.

So is your husband here? Does he have a job? Does he want a job? Doing what?

These are questions my co-workers ask me daily. And the truth is, yes, he is here, so the cats are happy. No, he does not have a job, and yes, he wants one. But he really doesn't know what he will be doing.

The man has too many talents, by gum! He could teach guitar, beginner audio engineering courses, and music theory. He could play in a funk, jazz, or rock band if needed (he can sing some mad back-up vocals to "Just the Two of Us"). He could edit recordings, or be a copywriter using Finale. There are simply too many options for this man, and unfortunately they are within difficult fields to break into if you haven't attended school in Chicago. Sigh.

And the biggest issue is this: cashflow. Scratch that. The biggest problem is the difference between Tim and I's perception of cashflow.

Ruth: Long term thinker, example: eating luch out every day is a wasteful habit.
Tim: Short term thinker, example: i could eat two tacos for lunch for just $3! Come on!

See? Neither is wrong. But they are very different. Especially when they apply to the following situation:

Ruth: Let's buy a $150 buffet for our gigantic dining room, and also a box of the Nicoret Patch so you can quit smoking.
Tim: $150?! On furniture?! Don't we have plenty of cardboard boxes lying around? Those stack nicely. And Nicoret costs too much money. I might as well keep smoking until I locate that two-year-old box of Nicoret patches that my dad gave me a couple of Thanksgivings ago.

Both Liz and Kate have suggested separate bank accounts, and I think they may be onto something. Any other advice may either be appreciated or induce vomitting.