Remember when....

$500 would solve all of your problems? Today, I'm not sure even $5000 could come close.

$100?

$20?

$5? Okay, the last time $5 solved all my problems, I was six. But you get the point.

Remember when the only things you needed to make the world right, were a Manderin Orange Minute Maid Pop (glass bottle, of course), a bag of chips, and driving around in your boyfriend's car on a Saturday night?

...when your world revolved around when, exactly, to wear that new pink skirt... and not to wear it too often, so as not to be gauche?

...when you had to be careful not to tell your mom that your sister was out most of the night, and hence your sister would do your chores for most of the coming week?

Ahh. Those were the days. Days, by the way, which I mostly hated.

Now is good. Mister Wonderful fills my heart with joy, I have a good job, a promising future, and the desire to have a gigantic family of my own. These, my friends, are the days.