Give me some milk, Bessie

So Amy recently received a credit card in the mail. And no, it wasn't ones from an annoying mail offer or anything. She applied for it to help us build credit.

The catch?

She applied without me. In fact, she didn't even tell me she was going to apply.

We had been talking about doing it when we both were off work, but she must not have understood that after only 14 conversations about it.

Thankfully they let me apply as a co-applicant today, so it'll all work out I am sure.

Sometimes, it's like having the world's most affectionate roommate.