Somehow many years ago a bank account I shared with my husband when we married became his. He is now in a foreign country and probably charged a few dollars on a bill his client would reimburse and the rest on Dr. Pepper. The bank denied the second bill and our bank declined the charge because he was in another country, our friends, Canada.
Even though it is my account they will not talk to me. I’m only “The Wife” who had the bank account years before I met my husband. Now Wells Fargo tells me we have to file travel plans every time we travel across a state border.
Now, I’m worried that my husband will not get a meal for the next several days a lake away because he didn’t file travel plans. Who files travel plans when they go 25 miles to another state for lunch? They’re compiling data for the NSA on our phone calls, emails, texts, cell phone calls. This guy at Wells Fargo Bank told me we were required to file travel plans whenever we go anywhere, otherwise our cards will be suspended.
The kicker is that they never answer the phone, leave you on horrific canned music then tell you that it’s another department and you have to wait again, and again, then the person you finally talk to has to get his supervisor and then they say, only, we have to talk to your husband even though it’s your account.
If I were living a mile from a state border to go to dinner with friends, I would never spend two hours on the phone trying to get permission to do so. Once I got there my credit card would be denied. So much for American freedom. The news tells me it’s easier to buy a gun than eat in another state a couple miles away without filing a travel plan using a credit or debit card. I just want to be able to eat with friends in another state without my bank spying on me for the government. And no, I’ve never held a gun, nor do I wish to do so. I do have credit cards and expect every state to honor them without me calling my bank with a travel plan. I hate banks and don’t trust them or the government. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I made a mistake. I repressed this memory as I did hold a BB gun in gym class in the South,age 13. We upcoming “southern ladies” had to shoot at a box filled with paper. I shook so hard I could never hit a target. Let’s say coach let me redeem myself and gave me a D rather than an F and I’ve never touched a weapon since. Oh, I’m a cook and have great knives so that may be another error. Sorry meats and veg, for chopping you. I’ve only thought of knives as something to help me make family and friends happy with a meal. Now my nephew wants me to go out on the ranch and shoot, not at a deer or anything. I may have to do it this year but do not look forward to it.