Ode to Expenses

I've reached a point - a critical and oh so crucial point - in my life where I must carefully and seriously watch my "expenses". Not only are my new boots jaw-droppingly-sexy but they are extremely questionable to some. That "some" being my Father. Oh Daddy, such an accountant you are. Literally.

Exhibit A:
Dad: "Where the fuck did those come from?"
Me: "Oh..these silly old things?"
Dad: "Yes, those silly NEW things?"
Me: "Ooooh, ya. Well. They are new..I, uh, I..bought them." (smiling although feeling defeated)
Dad: "No shit. Why?"
Me: "Well I, uh, needed them."
Dad: "I'll bet. Well, sweetie, that's why your money is your money. So don't complain that you have less and less of it these days. What happened to that budget of yours?"

HA! That ended months ago. Hell, that ended before it even began! So...it is time that I, Jessica, vow to keep track of all my expenses..at least, to keep a closer eye on them aka open my fucking eyes to look at the price tag before making a purchase. Yes, I vow to do so.

My Vows:

1. I vow to not bring my VISA out with me to the bar anywhere
2. I vow to not enter a Sephora, Club Monaco, Starbucks (ha, funny) until the New Year...wait, except for x-mas gift shopping?!
3. I vow to record everything that I purchase
4. I vow to....k well, this list is a good enough start. I can feel myself turning over a new leaf already!
   

Happy Shopping,
xo Jess