"Broke" with Pay Day Still a Week Away

I had a telephone conversation today with my daughter. “Dang, payday is a week away, my bank account is nearly empty, and I need to buy feed for the livestock as well as gas.” Normally, feed is not a problem but this year, with hay prices being high and a recent freeze putting the coastal bermuda into dormancy, I was hurtin’.

“Oh, pulleeeeze, mom”, I heard her say and could only imagine the eye roll that went along with it, “you have not been entirely broke a day in your life.”

“But I AM!” I wailed.

“Really? Did you cash in those milk jugs full of change?”

Well, I hadn’t actually thought of them as money but more as decorations dust collectors.

“Well, no”, I told her.

“Did you even count the change in your purses? I know that you hardly ever spend change.”

“Umm…….”.

”Mom, you could knock somebody out with one of your purses! They feel like you carry bowling balls in them or something.” Well, weightbearing exercise is supposed to protect you from osteoporosis.

“Dump out one of your purses and just count the change. Now.”

I dumped the red alligator purse and the black purse that goes with everything and counted out $27.78 in change.

I have a lot more purses. Guess those milk jugs full of change won’t have to be emptied just yet. Some of the livestock definitely needs to go to market before I have to count pennies.