Unresolved
January 10, 2001 Well, the first thing we did this year, the little hubby and I, was get into a fight over our New Year’s resolution. It’s about budgeting and my theory is: Make a plan and then let it go off into the universe where the gods of good will and love will take care of it all. His theory is: Balance the checkbook. Obviously a somewhat different approach to something we basically agree on—the need to feel a little bit more organized about where our money is going now that we have two college tuitions to pick up plus some other little plans for the future like maybe taking an actual vacation to somewhere besides the mall. We don’t really fight that much. We both tend to be a little too passive-aggressive so we say things like, “Aren’t you sleepy, dear?” when we really mean, “If you don’t turn out that blankety-blank light and get into bed, I’m moving to a hotel.” Or, “I think you look great in everything, honey!” instead of “You’ve been fat so long that I can’t even remember w...