You can tell a lot from your credit card receipts–where you’ve been, what you bought, what was fun, what was a necessity.
I log all of our receipts into Quicken. Have done that for years.
Sometimes, these records provide a brief glimpse into a painful moment in history. On 9/10/2001, for example, I know Mr. Restaurant Gal and I enjoyed a nice dinner out before I put him on a plane to Europe for what would end up being a business trip lasting a week longer than he had planned. There are no more charges from either of us, until 9/13/2001, when I bought gas, a ton of groceries, and an inordinate amount of dry goods and cat food.
My receipts tell me exactly where our mindset was back then and how scary those days were.
Tonight, I plugged more than three weeks’ worth of receipt numbers into Quicken, cursing my new work hours for being so far behind on this chore.
My charges include hundreds of dollars spent at the dry cleaners and another four figures spent at Ann Taylor and Banana Republic in order to get enough suits at the ready so I don’t have to visit the dry cleaners so often.
Mr. Restaurant Gal’s charges include hit-and-miss $15 to $25 charges at the grocery store, a Chinese carryout, a deli, and the Fedex drop-off to send something to Restaurant Gal Daughter.
I’ve spent more than double my paycheck to dress the part to earn my paycheck.
Mr. Restaurant Gal has spent only what is required to eat by himself and leave me a snack to enjoy at 1 a.m.
We have been together a long, long time. We adore each other more than we can describe.
But we miss each other. It’s all there on paper.
Receipts don’t lie.