Being poor

We're poor. Which is probably why I lashed out at hipster parents. They can afford to send their kids to an 8,000 dollar a year preschool and eat organic produce. I can't. I'm broke and in college. So is my husband. Here is my wish list for things I am going to buy when we grow up and get real jobs:

10. A vacation. A real one, not some bullshit overnight stay in a town 45 minutes away, or god forbid, fucking camping.

9. Shampoo. I have a wicker basket of little ones stolen from hotels, by other people, when they go on vacation.

8. Bra and underwear that match. Awesome. I will be sexy in my matching bra and underwear.

7. An above-ground pool. We're not gonna make real money, but we can get one of those 300 dollar deals from Wal-mart, for sure, and piss off our neighbors because it's such an eyesore.

6. A weekly pedicure. Because I deserve it, assholes!

5. Brunch.

4. Regular vet check-ups for our dog. That's what the middle class does for their dogs.

3. Paper towels.

2.Vodka in a glass bottle.

1. More lottery tickets.