Tight.

I'm tight. I know I'm tight. I've always been tight. And, no, I ain't talking the kind of tight where you squeeze into those pair of jeans that are one size too small, and I ain't talking the kind of tight where two brother's are keepin' it real in the hood. I'm talking Money tight.

Now don't get me wrong, like the majority of people, I spend to my means. We put a little away, and we still have a mortgage to pay, but I'm the sort of guy where if you say lets spend $1200 on a new big screen TV, I'm going to have to pass. Hell, I won't even pay full price for a pair of jeans or runners. Most of my clothes are built for comfort, not expensive style.

So over the course of this week, a whole stack of bills have come in, and now I'm running around like a headless chook trying to figure out how I can cut back $20 here and there, to cover off the rates bill, and the insurance, and the kids soccer lessons, and taekwondo, and school fees. Even with budgeting, something new and unexpected always seems to pop up, especially in the kids arena.

So I'll bitch and moan, but most of the time we find a way to cover it off. I do note, however, that I haven't done my one main vice of casino gambling of late. I really must be tightening up!

Ciao for Now, Tidy Angry Dad.