Mooney Mooney Mooney
i am writing large checks. i am writing large checks to myself.
why? because i deserve it! i am all growed up!
i am so all growed up i am twice as big. i am marinated. almost married! and yes, after lots of hemming and hawing (and, uh, doesn't that mean shortening pants and cutting down trees?) we -- that being me and bartlebee -- have figured out how to marinate our money.
it was not easy.
her money just did not want to hang out with my money. my money grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. it liked to rumble. her money just wanted to spend all day looking at art and going on fad diets.
her money was all tied up with its fancy pants community service projects. it "owns a truck" and "invested in retirement." my money was fast and loose. cash, baby.
well, to make a long story short, my money knocked up her money after getting it drunk on maple syrup and fermented fish paste and after tonight our money will live together. or 90% of it anyway.
i wonder if it will get along? my money and her money? i mean, what if my money wants to go to vegas and get lost in a pile of strippers? will her money have to come too? and what if her money wants to buy a ranch in rural montana? is my money going to be down with that?
it's like a sit-com. a very very dull sit-com.
it's a little weird because we should make all these budgets and spending plans and investments but since we're doing the big off in three months there's little point. then all our money will be labeled traveling money. now i'm just heck-a confused when i buy lunch. do i buy lunch with my money or our money and how do i keep track of that? it's all green. i can't tell it apart!
in other marinating news, we put most of our invitations in the mail today. some of you might have gotten them today. if you didn't get one, that's because we don't like you. ha ha.
no. really.
we had that last gasp of "should we invite..." on sunday before we took those thoughts out back and shot them in the head. gangster style. there were definitely some people that we wanted to invite who we just didn't. there are only so many people one can invite to a thing like a marination party. we happen to like more people than that.
what can i say? we like a lot of people.
if you don't get an invitation and you thought you were gonna, it's not 'cause we don't like you.
it's because you didn't give us that lap dance that one time. we have a good memory for that stuff.
or, i guess more accurately, because we had to draw the line somewhere and don't want no garmungous wedding. for instance, i invited nobody from work. not even the people i genuinely like. 'cause if invited one of them...
what else?
oh yeah. i had a meeting with some iTunes guys yesterday. they were really nice. i had to smile when they told me all happy-like how the Supreme Court ruled that P2P services could be sued.
that made me feel like steve the grinning handbag.
the real question is whether your monies are going to fall in love and make babies and reproduce, or if they're going to hate each other and fight and all your money ends up dead at the bottom of the tank.
you're ahead of us. our money is still confused but going with the flow and gradually blending their flavors to make a truly sumptuous marinade.
You could always just do what I do and not have any money to begin with! Then you don't have to worry about how it all mixes together.
um, steve the grinning handbag? am i missing something?