macduncan wrote:You know you are a YNABer when you tell complete strangers about YNAB while standing in the ATM line at the bank.
You know you are a YNABer when the end of the month brings excitement as you know you will be working on a new budget!
Bill
malisab wrote:macduncan wrote:You know you are a YNABer when you are going on vacation for a week and realize you can't leave YNAB behind for fear it will be lonely! So your wife suggests you bring the MacBook along so I can update our vacation spending throughout the week.
Hi...my name is Bill...and I have a problem...I am addicted to YNAB. I blame Jesse and Taylor!
Bill
YNAB has been to San Francisco with me twice. All expenses entered each day.

YYC27 wrote:You know you're a YNABer when you find a nickel, and immediately budget it into your Emergency Fund.
YYC27 wrote:You know you're a YNABer when you find a nickel, and immediately budget it into your Emergency Fund.
Patzer wrote:You're hard core.
My short term is memory is completely shot. Completely. I'm always walking in to a room and forgetting why I went there. Some blame this on old age...I blame it on pregnancy and child birth. I have a theory re: brain cells and placenta - but that's for a whole different type of forum.
DH and I went out for supper for our anniversary this past week. After that, we stopped at a couple different stores and shopped around...without children! (so romantic, I know ). Anyway, we made a few small purchases then came home. The next day, I was updating the budget and register. I opened the checking account online and was completely stumped by one of the transactions...so I phoned DH. "Hey, did we stop somewhere else and spend $13.66?, there's a transaction in the account but it doesn't have store name, just a store number." I totally thought we bought something that I was just blanking on. It so happens that DH had JUST left Subway with a co-worker. Amount of transaction: $13.66. He had swiped his card about 2 minutes before I called him.
DH's co-worker just about had a coronary that I was 'checking up on him'. "You JUST spent that money, does she sit at home and refresh the account all day?!?" DH told him "we're budgeting" which started a whole new conversation between them, but I got a kick out of it. DH's co-workers probably think he lives with some control-freak shrew, now.