I asked dad this morning what my disability check is every month. I had no idea. Actually, I have no idea about any of my finances. They are just paid for me.
"Your check is $937 dollars a month," dad told me. "It helps you don't have rent to pay or a car payment."
"Are my utilities reasonable?" I asked.
"Very," dad said. "I sometimes worry you aren't using your heating or air enough to save money. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
My thermostat is set on a constant 82 degrees summer and winter. I can't stand to be cold.
I do know my groceries are $60 dollars a week. Mom can write checks on my checking account and has told me several times that is what she pays.
My father's business subsidizes my sodas. Actually, mom got that going. She goes by and has Judy order the cokes for me.
My cigarettes are my biggest expense. Mom insists on buying the expensive brands because she thinks the filters are better and thus the expensive cigarettes are better for my lungs. I spend $30 a week on cigarettes.