Bank of the Parental Units

So my parents have offered to pay off all my credit cards, and allow me to pay them back without interest. For those of you have have credit card debt, you know that the interest payments add up over time.

However, this deal required me to fess up about exactly how much was on the credit cards. Not that it's an extraordinary amount, but still, the fact that it's there showed that I spent more than I should have. I told my mom the number, and she said OK.

A bit ago I called my parents, who were on their way to go wine tasting in Temecula, to tell them about a horse I wanted, and my dad said (with his Serbian accent), "No horses. No nothing. You can't buy anything for a few years. By the way, I'm your new money manager. Everything you buy must now go through me. You will live under instruction."

Ohhhhh helllsss nooo.

"So, uh, I guess you talked to Mom," I said.

My fingers are crossed that when they pay off my cards they'll just look at the dollar amount, and not go through the transaction list and see everything I have bought.

I can only imagine that conversation.