Sticker Shock and a Change of Attitude

Happy Tuesday Taters!

It's a beautiful day here in the holler. The most violent of the storms plaguing the south the past couple of days seemed to skirt right around us. We got a little rain, some clouds and bunches of wind, but aside from a few trees and momentary inconvenience, we lucked out.

I made a grocery run last night, I've been putting off going for a while. I had serious sticker shock as I made my way up and down the aisles. I mean, I don't live under a rock, I watch the news, I know things are going up.... but good Gawd. There ain't no damn sense in this mess.

The bags of individually frozen chicken breasts, an off brand, that I usually get on sale for $5.99 were ON SALE for $7.99. Canned vegetables which I normally won't buy unless they're on sale for .50 a can or less.. were ON SALE for $1.00.


And that's ON SALE.

It's enough to make a girl consider firing up Great Granddaddy's old moonshine still for cranking out a little liquid income. Someone needs to do something. I don't know who.. or what.. but Gawdalmighty.. something's gotta give.

Moving on.. before I blow an artery...

I'm still waiting for my stimulus check. According to the IRS website, I should have received it no later than May 9th. I'm praying they're just running behind and that the delay isn't that I've committed some tax based sin I'm not aware of and am being denied my tiny piece of government stimulation.

In other news.. I had nearly recovered from my nasty house, barely dressed embarrassment of Saturday morning's water heater installation, when I realized where I knew the hunky, single handy man from. He's not single at all and his very pregnant wife works in assembly here at the factory. I can rest assured that now, everyone who works here knows how nasty my house is, how nutso my mother is and that I run around the house in coffee stained mumus at the butt crack of dawn.

Ain't that just loverly as a mother effer.

Pffft. Oh well. If they can't find anything or anyone more exciting to talk about... bless their hearts. I've been carting around a big ol' boat load of the "I don't give a chitz" lately, with a side of the "they can pucker up and pick a cheeks." Maybe that's the attitude to have.

I'm SO looking forward to upgrading my computer. Twisted Mare is coming along nicely, I've had some sales and they're slowly increasing. I'm looking forward to being able to work on it without having to restart my poor little computer every thirty minutes. I'm no where near quitting my day job, but it'll be nice to have money to buy things.... like overpriced cans of green beans.

Anywho, Bossman isn't here so I'm fielding calls from pissy customers. I suppose I could scream, "DON'T BOTHER ME I'M TRYING TO BLOG HERE!!!" into the phone, but I have a feeling that wouldn't end well.

Ya'll have a grand day. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!