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Oct. 2nd, 2003 10:15 pmI recall reading about our credit union's "Christmas Club" and thinking it was quaint, and very 1950s, and designed for morons who couldn't save on their own. I mean, who needs a special program to force you to keep your mitts off the money until December?
After too many Januaries where my credit card statements made me unhappy, I decided that maybe I was exactly the sort of moron who should sign up. So this year I did. And thank heavens.
I have no idea what we're doing this Christmas. We were going to meet my family in Chicago (when we travel somewhere together, we make it a no-gifts year). However, my mom isn't sure travel will be feasible for her. We may do Christmas in Nebraska after all.
After too many Januaries where my credit card statements made me unhappy, I decided that maybe I was exactly the sort of moron who should sign up. So this year I did. And thank heavens.
I have no idea what we're doing this Christmas. We were going to meet my family in Chicago (when we travel somewhere together, we make it a no-gifts year). However, my mom isn't sure travel will be feasible for her. We may do Christmas in Nebraska after all.
