For the record, I am 24 years old. Which in the United States makes me an adult. In many cultures this makes me not only an adult, but a really OLD adult. (Okay, maybe not that old.) My point? Yesterday, I did something that every adult couple, usually when they are married I am told, does. My boyfriend of a year and a half and I got a joint bank account. He has decided to take the plunge and move in with me, which is great! I’m actually really excited about this! But it means that I will be taking care of the house hold finances for both of us. Why? Because he willingly admits he’s not that great with money. He even told me that “one day I may come home and say ‘Look honey! I got this amazing flat screen TV! We may not be able to pay the rent for two months, but I got it!'” In this scenario I imagine myself jumping off the back of the couch like some sort of giant crazy flying squirrel and attacking him. In order to avoid the bloodshed and mayhem, we decided it would be best if I were in charge. So, now I have to be an adult. It kind of sucks.