inflation

I passed on the fungus this past weekend.

I had to pass on an $8 carton of eggs the other day.

I buy meat and poultry when marked down.

Once more, there’s no escape from price inflation.

Idaho thrives on diesel.

We’re all paying a lot more attention when shopping.

I’ve filled several closets, corners, and counters.

I would choose pizza for most meals over ham.

You can store these things quietly in rural Idaho.

I swear it’s double where it was a year ago.

Not everyone has the God-given bargaining ability that Ralphie Parker's father did in the classic Christmas film, A Christmas Story. The days of wrangling tree farmers out of $20 or $30 for that all-important symbol of Christmas are long gone.

I had some chicken wings for my birthday dinner. Four cost me five bucks.

Stores with day-old bread often have a gaggle gathered and waiting for a turn.

Owning a dog or cat is a huge responsibility.

Are we ready?

Some independent drivers I know are throwing in the towel.

I guess every generation needs a Jimmy Carter to sober them up to reality.

Except I didn’t feel all warm and friendly.

I saved a couple as souvenirs and gave the rest away.

Did you get a $5,000 raise this year?