another day, another dollar

Quel relief! I made it through the may long without having planted a garden which means I'm not a washed up, middle aged, garden planting, RRSP buying mom!

In fact, I'm still broke, still under-payed, still irresponsible, and consequently, still young. Phew.

Not to mention, I get to go to Europe in less than a month!

Yep.

Straight up.

Not even lying.

Europe.

Me.

I'm so excited about this prospect, that I consider running down the street naked screaming. I'm not sure why, but it seems like the only thing that would match my internal glee. Unfortunately the non-grown up, non-savings account, non-debt free part of me is regretting all that wine I drank this term. Europe on a shoe-string is certainly the reality. Oh well, I'll be there, in a beret, drinking cappuccinos and writing my novel.

The future starts today friends, as if I won't be a famous novelist now? Come on! I'll be writing on the beach at Montpelier!

Don't worry, I won't let it get to my head. I'll be a benevolent celebrity who still lives in a small city and drives a Sunfire...ugh, no, no - the Sunfire will definitely go. But it will be nothing fancier than a Volvo - I swear.

Though coming across a money tree in the meantime would not make me any less humble either.