spending what I ain't got and togas.

Talking like a redneck makes it easier to admit that I spent more in past three days than I made in the entire year of 1989.
Bless my heart, no, check that. Bless my husband.
It's not like I don't or won't have a lot to show for my expenditures. You'll see. Just wait.

Meanwhile, I am enjoying my new ride- pix to come- and planning a fun night of bunko with the broads in togas--Crap, I need to find the Ouzo.
Which reminds me of my first DUI. I'll tell the story if someone reciprocates.