I hate to spend a lot of money.
My wife constantly gives me a hard time, because she thinks that I am cheap.
I prefer to go on vacation once each year during the summer. For the past couple of years, we have gone camping. Camping is a fun activity and it doesn’t cost a lot of money. We can rent a campsite for $25 each night and we can make our own food right at the site. We don’t have to spend a ton of money for lodging, dinners, or entertainment. That is my idea of the perfect vacation. We still have a lot of fun, but we don’t spend a fortune. When my wife mentioned going to San Francisco for a week, I immediately shot that idea down. I knew that but a week in San Francisco was going to cost thousands of dollars. My wife continued to look at plans and she secretly booked a hotel for the two of us. The email confirmation came to her email, but I found the charge on the credit card. My wife immediately confessed to making plans to go to San Francisco. I realized how much the trip meant to her, so we agreed to go to the city with a couple of ground rules on spending. Of course, all of those rules went right out the window when I realized that our hotel was situated right next door to a marijuana dispensary. I’m sure my wife planned that on purpose, because I wanted to go inside the dispensary to look at everything. I purchased several different marijuana items from the dispensary and my wife brought that up every time she wanted to spend money in San Francisco.