Outflow

Considering the dire news of our economy's downward spiral, one would think no one was spending a dime. Here to say, "Not true!" Wish it was true, but not spending has failed to work out around here. This morning is a prime example of our inability to embrace a financial plan characterized by hording.
The mister's car was due for it's state inspection and registration. The gas-guzzling Behemoth mom-mobile was due for inspection next month and definitely needed two new tires. We bit the proverbial bullet by having the tires replaced and threw in an oil change for good measure. Ouch. Then we leave the mister's car behind after picking up the Behemoth for an oil change and the necessary inspection. At least we can consider ourselves good stewards.
Back at the ranch, a much-anticipated orthodontist appointment looms. Katie is due to have her Phase I orthodontia removed. (The expenses associated with fixing the teeth of one's offspring have become so great, that multiple phases have to be employed to keep from breaking the Bank of Mom & Dad.) As the time finally arrived to go withdraw the daughter from school and deposit her at the ortho office, the auto shop phoned to share the news that the mister's front tires will cause the car to fail inspection. Eeesh. I was in a hurry, but the time was made to haggle over the price of the tires.
Sliding out the door and into the Behemoth, it's a race to get Middle Child to her appointment. Where we talk about the wonders to come of Phase II orthodontia, and I make an appointment to bring in the Boy to start working on his teeth in between his sisters' treatment plans. The pocket book spasms throughout the conversations only to go into its death throes a short time later when the mister and I ran to pick up our second newly shod vehicle of the day.