It's that time again ...

I'm off to beautiful West Palm Beach to walk for The Cure!  I couldn't run if y'all paid me!

My life has been busy, busy, busy since Thanksgiving and I've got a backlog of posts and no damn time!  I've missed reading your blogs terribly.  I also must apologize for not responding to comments.  I'm such a shit!

While I'm late with this post, I wanted to let you know that I'm going.  My RACE PAGE is HERE - as you can see, I'm also behind in getting donations.  Ah, well!

Have a great weekend.  To all my friends up north, stay safe and stay warm!

Inflation

Today, Mulder put the Christmas stuff up in the attic.  While he was there, he decided to take down some old junk. (Just what I wanted on a Sunday! ACK!)  I was sorting through an box of old papers that were my mothers and found the receipt from when she had my sister.  She was in the hospital for TEN DAYS!!! after a normal birth!  I know, right!  The charge for the hospital, the delivery, the nursery was ... wait for it ...

$76.50

This was 1934.  My mother and her husband had made a $5.00 deposit so they only had to pay $71.50 to bring my sister home.

When my son's girlfriend delivers this March, the OB alone is $8,000.00.  Haven't found out what the hospital is going to charge.  The mind boggles.