Details, Details

Tonight I came home from a long day and even longer week at work and settled down into my comfy chair. I gathered up my heated neck wrap, the computer, my phone by my side to take the calls of my fans, a glass of nice ice cold water, and a charming cat purring at my feet. Now, this may sound like a nice relaxing evening, but it is how I prepare for the task of budget maintenance. I am the keeper of details when it comes to all things budgetary. I love to keep up with the bills, dole out the money for food, dates, cat items, gifts, and vacations. After I dole it out on my spreadsheet, I go to the bank and then hand the husband his allotted portion. How did the budget get put on my task list? Well, I am the detail-oriented person in our marriage who doesn't mind spending the money on things like rent, food, and bills. The husband would live in a dirt portal without electricity, eating ramen noddles so as to save and not have to have his dollars taken out of the pillow case. This folks, is why I am the keeper/controller/taskmaster/etc. He, of course, is better at helping to set up the budget. He sees the bigger picture: insurance, life insurance, retirement fund, kid college fund, and saving for things like a car. (No worries, we really do have a better savings plan than a pillow case). So it works out well. We know we are different and have found our little tasks that fit. We're happy, not broke, and I still have blow money for clothes.

Like any other budget session, I settle in. I start to finish up the bills and the budget with a plan to make a run on the bank the next morn and have everything under control. Then, as I start to go into my blogging world I hear a noise. I look out the window and realize there is a moving trunk outside. I ask the husband to please go see who is moving. He kindly obliges and walks outside and is greeted by our downstairs neighbor. He comes back inside with no information. This is where the big picture person and the detail person don't see eye to eye:
Me: "Are they moving?"
Husband: "I guess"
Me: "Could you stick out your head and ask them if they are moving or if they are just moving their sister? The moving truck is small. "
Husband: "No, I hate doing that and don't really care"
Me: "Please"
Husband: "Why?"
Me: "Because I want to know more details."
Husband: "Well, if they aren't there tomorrow we'll know won't we?"
Me: "I guess"
(there is a knock at the door and the husband answers it)
Neighbor:" Wha wa wha wa."
Husband (upon return): "They wanted me to move our car, they are moving, I don't know what the square footage of their new house is, I don't know where they are moving, and I didn't ask how many bedrooms."
Me: "Great"
Ah, the differences in the personality. Gotta love it.