We sold something and were paid in cash. Which means I had a good ol’ fashioned 100 dollar bill in my hands. But, frankly (franklin?), I am opposed to the hundred dollar bill. Because of Ben.
See his face?
I hate his look. He’s all, “As if you really need those cute shoes!” “Budget, budget, budget!” “A penny saved is a penny earned.”
“But, Ben,” I say, “I know this is my grocery money, but….that book! It looks so good!”
“But, Ben! That purse is on saaaaaaale!”
“But, Ben….it’s for the children!”
So no fun hanging out with Benjamin.