I got a new purse. It is yellow leather, with a long strap. My sister Maureen, who is much more fashionable than I am, helped me pick it out. I rarely spend money on myself — the budget we have doesn’t have a lot of wiggle room — but it was only $16. So, I splurged.
This morning, Movie Boy asked me for a dollar. I grabbed the new purse. Movie Boy was horrified.
“Who. ARE. YOOOUUUU???????”
“Who, me? What’s up?”
“That’s a RICH PEOPLE purse, Mom, why do you have it?”
(Well, thank you son. I should take Auntie Mo out shopping with me more often, eh?)
“No, I mean…. you NEVER spend money. You are like Julius on Everyone Hates Chris…. ‘hey, that’s 19 cents worth of milk you didn’t drink’‘”
Yes, and now I have a new purse.
“Who are you?”