Raise your hand if you're in debt.
This is me, no longer raising my hand.
This is me, no longer feeling like I have to spread eagle and drop off our firstborn to bloody student loan services in order to satisfy the couple grand we owed. (God, that's one expensive piece of paper crammed away in some box in my closet.)
Please ignore my little smokey man-knuckles. And yes, I did cover up my address. I don't trust you people.
My parents were wonderful and helped my freshman year, and then kicked my butt to the curb they fondly dubbed "On Your Ownville." I appreciate it so much now, so that's exactly what we're doing with our children. No question. Jena Roach's philosophy on child rearing (stolen from some cheesy George Clooney movie): You only give your kids enough to do something with, not so much to do nothing.
It kind of sickens me when kids go through college without a job... without knowing how to pay bills or rent or tuition. (This is a major rant, if you haven't already noticed.) It's like, dude, daddy ain't gonna be there forever. Grow up, sorority sista.
I worked two jobs and went to school full-time in order to not accrue a mountain of debt the size of Kim Kardashian's ass. So I'm very proud to say that I have paid off all my loans, and Grahm and I officially have zero debt. We owe nothing to nobody. (Did I mention my degree is in Professional Writing?) No car payments, loan payments, etc. ... and we aren't living in my parents' house. Glorious.
So excuse me while I go buy a crap ton of things from Pottery Barn in celebration...