...Nothing like waking up wanting a nice bacon and egg on rye with a little cheese and discovering the bacon you bought Sunday has gone bright metallic green on top. Yeech!
So, fine, fried the egg in a hole punched in a slice of rye, in olive oil. Sigh
In other unexpected rottenness, I discovered my (new) home lender, the guys who picked up Countrywide (who'd bought the note from my original lender), reviewed my real estate taxes (which are just plain nuts in Indiana of late and did go up -- should drop next year, once my various exemptions finally kick in) and decided, oopsie, they didn't really think they had enough in escrow and cranked up their reserve to the maximum amount permitted by law; so they have jacked up my house payments nearly 130% and to keep them from going up 150%, I'm gonna have to front 'em something over $2K by 1 September.
This is my punishment for gettin' a nice, conservative fixed-rate loan. Gee, thanks.
Funny, when my employer asked everyone to pleeeeze forgo a raise this year, times being tough and everything, we all went along; but ask government or a homelender the corresponding question and they've suddenly gone deaf. Umm, d000ds, don't you think you have bled the middle-class turnip just about dry?
--Here, banker, Senator, have some nice bacon.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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