Give that good boy an extra long belly rub from his fans on Lemmy.
Give that good boy an extra long belly rub from his fans on Lemmy.
For my spouse and I there is no “my money” and “their money”. It is all our money.
If one of us wants to make a big purchase we have a conversation about it something like, “I’ve had my eye on a new graphics card. What do you think?” Then it goes either, “That’s great. Have fun.” Or, “Don’t forget we have little Jimmy’s orthodontist bill coming up.” “Oh, yeah, thanks for reminding me. Maybe later, then.”
I realize this isn’t the norm and it took us a long time to get there. Many couples, my spouse’s parents among them, argue over money and use it as part of a power play. We still have separate accounts for budgeting purposes, and around the holidays we have to be honest not to peek at bank statements and spoil surprises. But not having to worry whether you spouse is messing up your eventual retirement or little Jimmy’s college fund sure makes life a whole lot easier for me.
You will address Henry by his rightful title of Emperor. Surely, he hath earned it righteously, not pulled it from the ether at the behest of a website.
Probably its own kind of red flag.
It honestly was the thing that pushed me to Linux. Once I could no longer kill programs at-will I couldn’t handle it. xkill ftw.