Trying to Make It Work
My wife and I were shopping the other day, and she reminded me that we needed to pick up a few things for my parents. We were going to be going to their house later in the week, and Dad had asked me to pick up some metal shingles for him before we came. They had lost a few of them in the really high winds that we had gotten last weekend. I told her that I would likely have to put the shingles on my credit card, because I didn’t have enough money in my account to make the purchase.
