Today in a moment of purple passion I flippantly disclosed to Jack the amount I owe on my credit card. “You mean you’ve paid it down from that much,” he said quickly doing the mental math of where I said I was way back when I thought I could get by with half-disclosure. “You can’t be mad at me,” I told him, waving my pancake flipping spatula in his gen-er-al di-rection. “Now is the time to celebrate! I am below $800!”
He shook his head. “Are you kidding me? You owed that much? Again?!”
“This is why I don’t tell you things,” I deflected. “It’s gah’ damn Mardi Gras time and all you’re focusing on is the negative. Besides, how can you be mad at me when I’m making you pancakes?”
Turns out he found it surprisingly easy.