Your regular, run-of-the-mill money may not grow on trees, but I apparently believe that sea pay is always ripe for the pickin'.
In the last three months, both our family iPod and the last handset in our home phone system bit the dust. So, I visited the Coast Guard Exchange website and placed an order for a brand-new iPod and a phone system that actually speaks aloud the caller ID, saving me that precious ten-foot, one-minute trip from the dining room table to answer yet another dinnertime-phone-solicitor. Total cost? $400.
In one recent week, my family took four restaurant road trips to McDonald's, Panera, Applebee's, and Panera (again). Total number of trips to the grocery store? One.
Last Monday, I bought Mo a new pair of shoes. The sneaky Stride Rite sales lady measured Mo's feet, then immediately showed Mo - not me - their fancy-schmancy Super Ball sneaker (the most expensive gym shoe on the shelf, natch). Instead of suffering the pre-lunch preschooler mall-tantrum, I bought my son the stupid Super Ball shoes and cringed as I signed the receipt.
I recently lamented this weakness to my husband in a particularly guilt-laden email. His response? "You have nothing to feel guilty about. Do what you need to do to survive and more importantly, be happy. Anyway, that's what family separation allowance is for."
FSA? I completely forgot about FSA! I don't have a money tree, I've got a money orchard! Wahoo! I'm going shopping.