Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me

I have been divesting our accumulated wealth in a frenzy as of late. It's as if I was feeding my furnace with shovel fulls of dollar bills. I mentioned the roof last week, the first-half property taxes along with the usual monthly bills have all come due in sickening synchronization. Tomorrow the trusty Batty-mobile undergoes some corrective surgery. The money for all these things is all to maintain the status quo- not even a new fridge or some shiny electronic bauble in the mix.

It's almost as bad as having kid in college.

Although we do have a roof over our heads.