So this is Christmas (for me):
Christmas at home is like Thanksgiving Part 2 -- it's another turkey day that serves as a fun excuse for my mother to get into Martha Stewart mode, and to see people that I would probably see anyway. Christmas dinner conversation this year mostly revolved around rodent-catching. I swear by peanut butter bait, while uncle favours curry repellant. The crazy man has probably spent more than a few hundred on creative ways of making his home very unpleasant for rats and squirrels. We also designed a spreadsheet detailing private retirement plans during dessert though, which was helpful; it looks like I can retire at 45 if I save $50K a year until then. We still have to modify the program to account for part-time earnings and whatnot, but I think I can have a 20-year financial plan drawn up by the time I fly back to NY.
Christmas at home is like Thanksgiving Part 2 -- it's another turkey day that serves as a fun excuse for my mother to get into Martha Stewart mode, and to see people that I would probably see anyway. Christmas dinner conversation this year mostly revolved around rodent-catching. I swear by peanut butter bait, while uncle favours curry repellant. The crazy man has probably spent more than a few hundred on creative ways of making his home very unpleasant for rats and squirrels. We also designed a spreadsheet detailing private retirement plans during dessert though, which was helpful; it looks like I can retire at 45 if I save $50K a year until then. We still have to modify the program to account for part-time earnings and whatnot, but I think I can have a 20-year financial plan drawn up by the time I fly back to NY.
