Husband and I be po'...

This is not news, as declaring bankruptcy (in my opinion) generally should mean you be po' (this is not always the case, it sometimes means you have money just not enough money to pay off all the money you be spending so you don't have spend yo' money).

But we be at that funny stage of po' where you have to scrape actual cents together to make enough to buy yourself a dollar bean burrito at the joint down the street. Po' to the point of having only ramen noodles to sustain you.

We have yet to get stingy with the lights though, but that's coming. We'll be "skint" and be living in the darkness, talking something about saving money by NOT watching American Idol (oh the horror, the horror).

I keep trying to tell Husband that this is just the calm before the ever growing money storm. That in fact, this is a story as old as time. Here comes the po' and then all of a sudden something big happens (lottery, discovery of my untapped Oprah like ability to talk to people and give away free stuff, publishing of first novel) and we spend the rest of our lives doing interviews about how we were so po' and it was dismal and then BAM, everything changed (See, Charlize Theron, Jim Carey, various Lotto winners, Donald Trump, MC Hammer... wow famous people be po').

It just makes for a better story, so I try to tell Husband.

On most occasions Husband plays along with me, smiles, tries to get through it. On certain occasions though, it gets to him, the stress of not being able to pay certain bills, wondering when the phone calls start, wishing we could just go out to dinner... just once. And when he gets stressed he gets short and when he gets short with me...

I try to learn about communication...

This is not how today is going, as we have a Netflix waiting for us at home and Vee has invited us over for dinner. So we be po' but we do have friends... and Netflix.

And that's something.