As of late, we couldn't be loving it more!
When you're DINKS you can decide you want to go to Park City and leave 2 minutes later. You can plan a trip to Paris and schedule hours at one museum. You can also spend your "play" money on yourself -- no baby clothes/formula expenses for us. When you're a DINK you can also spend hours at a park on a blanket, holding hands and napping in the weekend sun.
That pretty much sums up our weekend. (Minus so unavoidable drama that was not in our control whatsoever -- ridiculous)
Unfortunately, we won't be DINKs for too long. In the fall graduate school starts and we will be a one-income-Top-Ramen household. You've got it... we might possibly be poor.
Just kidding. I refuse to eat Top Ramen. Yuck.
And we won't even be that poor. It's just slightly scary that I will no longer have the job I do now.
Side note: If ever given the opportunity, as C about his experience with Top Ramen when he was a freshman at Westminster. It is likely the reason he put on the freshman 15. :)
DINKS... I love it. I know the feeling. We have loved being dinks for the last year and a half. livin' the good life right? Well girlfriend, Gabe and I are hoppin on that same "going back to school/ one income fam bam" boat too in the fall. Save me a seat right next to you. I'm hoping on that boat there's at least some diet coke to wash down our ramen... miss you girl!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about it! You're supposed to be super, and I mean super, poor when you are first married. Luckily, you will have other super poor, newly married friends (insert me and Brad) to hang out with and have cheap date nights. Love you!
ReplyDeleteCan I say I love being dinks as well. Quite honestly the thought of not being dinks scares me because I love the freedom and luxuary it affords. Soak in the good times while you can!
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