This is a shot of me with my grandfather (mom’s dad) many years ago at Christmas. Here I am with the quintessential gift, a big red hook-and-ladder truck. It was great. If memory serves, it even had a working hose that squirted water! I wonder what ever happened to it.
Today’s the kind of day that really makes me long for those simpler times. Leah and I met with our neighbor last night to discuss our crazy house trading idea, and the numbers weren’t so good. It’s frustrating, and we need to sit down and figure out exactly what kind of budget we can live with to be able to assume another $500 or so on top of our current house payment. And that doesn’t include the possible addition of another child care payment if we have another youngin’. Whoowhee! I think it was Jay Z — or was it Sartre — who said it best: Mo money = mo problems.