One Fi’tty
I feel like everything that wants to throw my budget off costs $150.
I had a $150 cell phone bill last month, from too much texting. I pretty much went through a whole breakup using the fine medium of texting. Tanya the PDA queen can sympathize, I’m sure.
I went to this kooky new age body worker/chiropractor to deal with some lower back problems I’ve been having, and she concluded that, get this: my “vertical vision” is what’s throwing everything off. She didn’t charge me, but wanted me to see this special opthomologist. His fee is $150.
Paco needs a blood panel so we can figure out what’s causing the volcanic, itchy skin scab problem. Cost: about one fi’tty.
Roxy, the 98 Civic, needs three new tires. $50 each.
So here’s what I want to manifest from the universe: A coupon book with ten $150 checks in it. To arrive in the mail every two months. Bring it.
What’s your figure? When you have a larger budget, is it $500? $1,500?
