I received a pretty Bill the Cardinal card in today’s mail. I’ll put it in a book!
Aww... I have a couple more of those, I think. But I like all of the ones by the Paralyzed Veterans. I haven’t gotten any for a long time.
I went to get something out of the freezer in the fridge this morning and stuff came tumbling out. On payday, (the day after, actually) a quart of milk jumped out and hit the floor, breaking the container (plastic) and because it wasn’t completely frozen, it began to leak. So I lost a quart of milk and had to replace it when my food stamps came in.
Charlie gave me a bag of kidney beans, and I thought, everything is packed and I want some good stuff to eat. So I decided on ham hocks and beans because the slow cooker isn’t packed. HAH! Try and find ham hocks in Walmart. Wa-a-y-yy down on the bottom shelf of the pork section and just as far in the back as it was from the top. But I found two packages and one had two large hocks.
Putting it in the freezer was like, “Uh-oh.” So I decided, since I’ll be here for another year, I may as well plug the 5. cu. ft. freezer back in and use it. So I did that today and transferred everything I could to it. Meanwhile, another quart of milk hit the floor.
*sheesh*
Now then. Since SNRHA called on Saturday and wanted my SSA benefit letter for 2018, I took it up to the office this morning. While I was there I asked if there was a pet deposit for parakeets. Yes. There is. $150.00. *GASP* I said, “I have a letter.” And I walked out. How in the world can they charge $150 for BIRDS??? Never before have I ever heard of deposits for birds being more than $50, with most of them not having any deposits. This place obviously wants to run us ol’ folks out and get younger folks in who can pay all the exorbitant fees, costs and rents.
But don’t get me started.