So I get me on over to my local grocer and buy my chicken, my tub of mac-and-cheese (Who knew Country Crock made mac-and-cheese? What executive planning committee came up with that over some lunch in New York?), and I mosey on over to the ice cream isle.
Now, those of you who know me know several things about me: I eat what I please, and I'm still skinny. Before you say, "You're so lucky" I want you to imagine being called skinny for 30 years. I want you to imagine being beat up in the school yard, being too lanky for sports, being forced therefore to play D&D with other skinny kids where we imagined we were warriors or Elven wizards who could--with a flick of their skinny wrists--pummell the bully warriors into fantasy pulp. I'm not saying I did any of these things, I just wanted you to imagine them.
Back to the frozen foods isle, where my story is getting cold.
I reach for my ice cream and LO! Something isn't right! For a moment, I'm confused. Yes, it still says Dreyers. Yes, it's Grand, and yes, it's Rocky Road. No problem there. The container has the same circumference; the print has changed a bit, but that's no cause for alarm--WAIT!! Something is missing!!! I heft the half-gallon container in my hand, and it feels light.
- If a half gallon, or two quarts, cost 5 bucks, that amounts to about $2.50 per quart.
- Now, 1.5 quarts costs $6, or $4 per quart
- $4 is a 60% increase from $2.50!
Imagine me, standing there in my tailored suit, numbers blazing in front of my eyes, temper rising, and the over-priced ice cream melting ever so slightly with the rise in my body temperature. Approximately 60% increase in the price of a goddamned half-gallon, no!, quart-and-a-half of ice cream!
Here are the phrases to beware: "baseline forecast" (which means they don't take any responsibility for it), "work itself out" (which means no new help from Uncle Fed), "inventory of unsold homes comes down" (which means prices have to decline steeply to get those homes moving), and "strengthen somewhat" (another phrase that abdicates responsibility). He knows he has to raise rates later this year, and that the housing market will get even more damaged in the process. He has to. Prices on everything--including ice cream--are going up.
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So now, as I sit here typing, eating my bitter, bitter ice cream, I fear I may have bored you, dear Reader. Fear not! I'll blog about more fashion and style in the next entry. In the meantime, Diabolina has done a nice job for me, here.
And--assuming our dollar is worth anything tomorrow--here's something pretty I like:
And I bought a great pair of sneakers at DDC Lab in water-repellent grey suede with black soles. Delicious, and will look smashing with my new Kasil jeans (bought 30% below the store's cost!). See--I can get a deal, too.
Now, I better get off the computer and back to my ice cream. I can't afford to let it melt...