No, this isn’t going to be a post about how I put breakfast and booze in my suitcase to save money. That kind of packing isn’t necessary here. We’re taking Mr. P’s favorite kind of trip where he can eat so much that people marvel at his ability to not throw up: an international all-inclusive vacation. Now let’s talk packing. Continue reading “Pack Smarter to Save at All-Inclusives”
This week, we paid off Mr. P’s car loan. Approximately 56 minutes after clicking “submit” on the payment, our furnace started squawking. I had a morning appointment to keep, but Mr. P promised to stand at the ready in the basement. I’m not entirely sure what that entailed, but I like to imagine him with a fire extinguisher and the HVAC guy on speed dial.
When I returned home an hour later, I was assaulted with the smell of burnt toast. Since Mr. P isn’t much of a breakfast eater, I could only assume things went from noisy to worse. Sure enough, there was nary a squawk or a squeak to be heard. Silence filled the house. Mr. P had turned off the furnace and put in a call for the repairman. Continue reading “E-Funds & Anchors: The Cheapest $600 Ever Spent”