I have a problem. I like to call it a quirk or one of the unique things I do which make me, well.

ME.

Me - the one on the Left. But if you don't like this post, I am the one on the Right.

However, my husband thinks I have a “problem” and for that reason, I guess I need to honor that he is allowed to have an opinion. I mean, of course he is allowed to – Lord knows he always has one to give me.

He likes to call it constructive feedback.

I like to call it being a pain in my ass. NOT constructive.

So my problem is something I know many of my readers will understand, if not empathize with.

I like to spend money. Like, according to hubby (nag, nag, nag) more than we have.