Kyle and I were watching a used car ad last night on TV when Kyle suddenly bursts out with, "Why are these prices so LOW?"
"Oh," he said, "These are used cars." He paused thoughtfully. "Man, we should get a used car next time we buy one."
I pretty much just gaped at him. "Did you just have a breakthrough that used cars are cheaper than new cars?" I finally asked.
He giggled like a schoolgirl- "I did, I really did!"
In a way you have to respect Kyle. Although he blows money like no tomorrow, he's never thought about money in any real way. Money for him is nothing- just something you need to get stuff.
Whereas I think about money as a concept and like the idea of accumulating it and possibly swimming in it like Scrooge McDuck.
Although I feel I'm smarter about money, I believe he's much happier.
This weekend we chopped our bougainvillea to the ground again. I think the front of our place looks much neater without it. The problem is that I have to keep trimming the stump because it literally springs up in a matter of days and I can't dig out the stump because it's like thirty years old and it would take a construction crew and/or fat Mexican laborer (Mike, you're always saying you need money! Be my lawn boy!).
Here's some pictures of my garden, freshly trimmed for fall and soon to be strewn with pumpkins and their ilk. Damn, I love the word "ilk." I think that and "embroiled" are my two faves.