The Last of the Joint Accounts

So yesterday, after a long discussion with our credit-card company, the last of the joint accounts is gone. It's a little weird, since I haven't seen my name - alone - on a preprinted check in about five years. Apparently, the credit card company wanted to give half the credit limit to me, and half to the soon-to-be-ex (which would have been problematic, since the card is above the half-way point in charges), on the grounds that "they really don't know where the money has been coming from, it's a joint account". I managed to convince them, finally, that every dime that went to paying the card came from me, I had it before I was married, I'd like to have it AFTER, etc. etc. ... I guess they figured that siding with me gave them better odds on getting paid, which is probably true. So now I'm in credit-card limbo as the new card with a different number is issued and sent my way, and I'll have to change the number I've stored at a half-dozen Internet merchants (invariably, I'll forget which ones, and end up ordering something from Barnes and Noble on the now-defunct card at some point. It's times like this when Microsoft's Passport almost makes sense to me.)

OK, that's a scary thought. I need to go back to bed and sleep that one off.