Flint

I think about money a lot. I think about it in a way that I’m told was passed on to me through my Dutch heritage: namely, I think about how to spend the smallest amount possible. Last night, for example, I couldn’t fall asleep so I was doing math in my head to figure out if I would have paid less if I had bought my dishwasher detergent on Amazon in bulk rather than at Target with a coupon. It’s a sickness, really.