We were in front of our new home. I had run back inside for something– scissors, probably. We’re always losing scissors. But my husband was standing out front, telling our well-intentioned but incredibly nosy neighbor about our plans to repaint the deck.
“Of course you can do that,” she said, laughing. “Making that millennial money!”
When he told me about it afterward, I couldn’t stop laughing. Millennial money? Is that like Monopoly Money? In that, you know, it’s not real?