I need to start hiding my money from myself.

All income is disposable if you’re brave enough.

I’m stuck between “I need to save money” and “You only live once.”

I like my money where I can see it: hanging in my closet.

Spending all my money on lottery tickets so I’ll either be rich or poor, none of this wishy-washy stuff in the middle.

I feel like a credit card, cause I’m constantly being used irresponsibly.

Sometimes I see how many vacations people take and I wonder if I’m bad with money or if they are.

I need to find hobbies that don’t include my debit card.

Currently helping my husband look for his $20 I spent yesterday.

Nothing has improved the quality of my life more than living beyond my means.

Money talks, but all mine ever says is goodbye.

My addiction to buying things I don’t need started at the school book fair.

It’s beginning to cost a lot like Christmas.

I have noticed something quite worrying: after I buy more things I have less money.

Apologies for the late response, instead of spending three minutes answering your email, I ignored it and felt anxious for two weeks.

Someone asked me how much I spend on a bottle of wine. 30 minutes was not the right answer.

Paycheck hit. I’m at Michaels Arts & Crafts supply store telling them to bring out Michael.

Someone asked me how much I normally spend on a bottle of wine. Answering “usually an hour” wasn’t the right answer. I know this now.

Nothing good happens on the credit card after midnight.

The only talent I have is spending more than I bring in.

I get it, credit cards, I’ve reached my limit too.

I’m so sick of TV shows and movies where there are no likable characters. I don’t need to spend an hour with people I hate, I already have my life.

Having little kids is great because I love spending hundreds of dollars each week to feed my floor and my trash can.

Technically, all the money I have ever spent on food has been flushed down the toilet.

My life is constantly oscillating between “must save money” and “you only live once”.

If I win the lottery, I’m buying four politicians and some really nice shoes.

Me, with $33 left after paying bills: Let’s see how much a Land Rover costs.

What does my tattoo mean? It means I couldn’t be trusted with $200 when I was 18.