Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Friday, August 20, 1999

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Just got the mail and was delighted to find a sales-tax rebate check pushing $450.

Now what to do with it:

It’s too small to pony up to a broker and open up a nice little portfolio.

It’s too big to pony up to the bar.

It’s too much money to blow on one night out with the lady.

It’s too good a surprise to spend on something responsible like carpet for the living room.

It’s not enough to pay for the Kirby vacuum that was so impressive in an at-home demonstration.

It’s too much of a crap shoot to start buying baby clothes when we don’t know if it’s a boy or girl.

It’s too much money to gamble away.

It’s too good to be true.

It’s too bad I wasn’t in a higher tax bracket.

It’s a bit early to spend it on Christmas presents.

It’s a tad late to save that fleabag in the window.

It’s not too early to start thinking about retirement.

It’s not like Social Security is going to be there for me.

It’s money that could do well on a rainy day.

It’s money that makes the world go round.

It’s maybe one or two years before we think about a bicycle built for two.

It’s a down payment on a sofa.

It’s a downright shame they took it from us in the first place.

It’s funny how money change a situation.

It’s burning a hole in my pocket.

It’s a crime to think I’d use it on gas at the very low ripoff rate of $1.24 a gallon.

It’s about time I started thinking about how I spend my money.

It’s a bird, and it better talk at that price.

It’s a plane ticket.

It’s Superman. (Dropped a few dollars on comic books.)

It’s down to $350.

It’s a new pair of sneakers.

It’s fallen to $300.

It’s not too late to invest.

It’s time to get my head examined.

It’s not about the money.

It’s all about the Benjamins, baby.

It’s high time I saw the Twins in ’99.

It’s the Twins’ payroll.

It’s a drop in the bucket for some.

It’s heaven sent for others.

It’s not going to go to help fund a multi-purpose arena at the fairgrounds.

It’s for a good cause.

It’s about what I pay in car insurance every six months.

It’s not enough money to take it and run.

It’s a drag.

It’s nice to be liked, but better by far to get paid.

It’s only money.

It’s like they say – mo money, mo problems.

It’s better to give then to receive.

It’s four trips to the grocery store.

It’s never too early to stock up on diapers.

It’s about time we started thinking about flood insurance.

It’s funny how every legislator takes credit for the rebate.

It’s close to 11 p.m.

It’s time to wrap this column up. What’s that? …

It’s the damn toilet again.

There it goes.

It’s all gone down the drain.

Brady Slater’s column appears Fridays