"Look, Mr. Potter..."
"...I'm sorry I got dandruff all over your ledger but..."
As we all know, in It's a Wonderful Life, George Bailey got bailed out by his friends on Christmas Eve, essentially telling Mr. Potter to go fuck himself. It was the exact inverse of what's been going on over the last 14 months, in which the George Baileys of the world have been told to go fuck themselves while the Mr. Potters get bailed out by Bailey and Co.
It's tough, I know. I live in the trenches and they're getting more and more shallow every day, leaving us more and more exposed. Many of you are unemployed or underemployed and all of you somehow have to free up money in order to buy what few presents you can for your loved ones.
Barb and I are barely hanging on, but she's missed time from work for three weeks in a row due to either a blizzard or illness (she's home sick right now). The bank balance is under $100 with the rent and electric due in just over two weeks and we haven't even begun our Christmas shopping. Our little fiber optic desktop tree was donated to us by a kind friend.
We're no closer to fixing our car or the PC than we were when they died last fall and it's a struggle just to avoid overdraft fees. If you have a few bucks to spare for Pottersville's official blogger, the missus and I would sure appreciate it. If you were to kick into the ole Paypal account, life can imitate this particular piece of art instead of vice versa. Hopefully, something will break for me by the end of this year/early next year. If your budget is as maxed out as ours, I'll understand. Either way, we wish you a safe and merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and holidays.