It’s only money

I work hard and I spend hard
I work hard and I spend hard

I’ve been working like a mad woman for over four decades and I’m the first to admit that I sometimes spend like a madwoman, too.

I once bought a pair of $900 antique throw pillows when I was decorating a new apartment. I fell in love with an orange handbag for $2,000 and immediately handed over my charge card. I used to fork over $500 every six weeks to have my hair dyed. I don’t only spend on myself. I enjoy buying luxurious gifts for people I love, especially for my son, daughter and husband. I’ve even bought Rigby (our Norfolk terrier) a quilted, ultra suede coat for a small fortune.

I figure it this way: I work hard, so it’s okay to spend hard, just as long as I die before my money runs out.

I’ve saved money (for that proverbial rainy day), although far less than I would have if I was more financially  judicious. I hope I can continue to work and spoil myself, but I’d give up my luxuries in a microsecond if I needed the money to help someone in need.

My FOF friend is in just such a situation. She’s been spending freely for years, but now she’s cutting back expenses in lots of places to help her son and daughter-in-law pay monumental medical bills to cover treatment for their twin boys.

“Nothing else matters,” she told me.  I’m with my pal. Nothing else matters at all.

One Response to “It’s only money”

  1. Maureen@IslandRoar says:

    Wow, so sorry. She’s lucky to have the money to help, the best reward for having worked so hard for so long.

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