All figured out.
Finances have been stressing me out lately. Well, forever, really. So today I spent some time working up some figures and making a plan to resolve some of the problems I've been having. And I think I have it all figured out. Of course, part of the plan involves my motorcycle, you know, actually selling. That would be terribly helpful. But beyond that, the other part involves just being a little patient, and by the end of February we should have more breathing room. And three completely paid-off credit cards. Which will then PROMPTLY AND IMMEDIATELY be cancelled. And cut up. And perhaps set on fire.
The truck should be paid off by the end of next year, at which point I shall womanfully hold Calvin at bay with his slathering desire to buy a new car, and use what I would have paid for the truck payment to pay off our remaining debt.
THEN Calvin can have a car. Or another motorcycle. Or whatever motorized vehicle is causing his little heart to go pitter-pat. But the debt payoff comes first. Because I am BOUND AND DETERMINED to go to England on my next Sabbatical, and that shit ain't cheap. According to my sidebar countdown, I have 668 days until I'm eligible, and a couple of months after that before I actually take it, since I'd rather go on a two-month vacation in the spring/summer than the fall/winter.
Lo, my somewhat down and Grinchy mood has turned right around, after putting thought to head and pen to paper and fingers to calculator. I am a big fan of having A Plan.
The truck should be paid off by the end of next year, at which point I shall womanfully hold Calvin at bay with his slathering desire to buy a new car, and use what I would have paid for the truck payment to pay off our remaining debt.
THEN Calvin can have a car. Or another motorcycle. Or whatever motorized vehicle is causing his little heart to go pitter-pat. But the debt payoff comes first. Because I am BOUND AND DETERMINED to go to England on my next Sabbatical, and that shit ain't cheap. According to my sidebar countdown, I have 668 days until I'm eligible, and a couple of months after that before I actually take it, since I'd rather go on a two-month vacation in the spring/summer than the fall/winter.
Lo, my somewhat down and Grinchy mood has turned right around, after putting thought to head and pen to paper and fingers to calculator. I am a big fan of having A Plan.
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Pfft on England. Come see ME.
Posted by
Heather |
2:12 PM
Well certainly! It's likely I'd get to Chicago before I'd get to England, m'dear...
Posted by
Laura |
10:18 PM
Not if you're trying to be good and not spend money! ;)
Posted by
Heather |
4:55 PM