Another amusing observation about my 20-yeard old Viet spinner.
Occasionally, she asks me to get her a small household sundry item. Her mom just adopted a 2nd cat for the family, and my SB asked me if I had any spare cat food (I have two cats).
I told her we could stop at a store and pick some up on the way from her place to mine. I checked online and found a CVS nearby that had 3 lbs. bags for $7-$8. When we parked at the store, I handed her $10 and asked her to run in to get the food. She asked me if $10 was enough and I told her I had checked in advance (because... SD's are good financial planners, right?). Then she asked if she could also get a few cat treats as well. "Sure, Babe, here's some more," I said, handing her another $20 - I was too lazy to ask for the original $10 back.
She goes into the store and returns promptly with the cat stuff. She hands me the change - which I expected would be around $12-$15 ($8 for food and another $5-ish for treats = $13. $30 less $13 = $17, less some tax, so maybe $12-$15... right? It was 68 cents. LOL
I'm not upset. In fact, I am amused. I've said before that SB money-math defies Newtonian physics. Once cash is in her hands, she ceases to be aware that it exists, or ever existed, and sweetly awaits Daddy to give her more.
I'll bet if I peeked into that CVS bag I would have spotted more than cat food and treats. But no matter; she was happy with Daddy, so Daddy was happy with Baby. About 30 minutes later, as we spent significant amounts of energy demonstrating our happiness in a moist, well-lubed, and frenetic manner ("Fuck my face, Daddy! I want to see how much I can take..." and such...) I cared not one bit about cat food, because....
Life is good
The Cat
Happy New Year!