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Originally posted by paigowprincess
no no. I dont need the gifts and fancy dinners- I am a hippie chick remember? Its the busting out the calculator at the dinner table to calculate a ten percent tip that makes me cringe. Your half of the tip is $4.62
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God, no. He doesn't do that. On those rare occasions when we do go out to dinner (for example), he never wants to have to look at the price of anything, or not order something because it's too expensive, as he feels that lessens the pleasure of the experience. However, spending large amounts of money on anything that isn't golf clubs or a car LITERALLY gives him the shakes.
So, to tie this all in with lying, I shop for myself and have my goods sent to my barn out-of-state, so that I never come home with shopping bags. If he sees comments that something looks new, I say, "What, this old thing?" (to which he responds, "dtb, don't
even try that on me -- I
invented that trick...".
So, in his heart of hearts, he knows I spend money on things he would consider frivolous, but he'd rather not know.
I'm the family accountant because he would freak out when he saw a grocery bill for $90. It just makes him panicky. He has issues.
