You know, I don't begrudge rich folks their riches. I don't. I am a bit put off by the gratuitous extravagance I see, but hey, I'm sure someone could look at me today and find something wrong with my spending habits. However, when the following story came across my news feed, I admit, the bitterness rose up in a big way.
Why bitter? Because this isn't some busted up, broken down, run-into-the-ground hovel requiring a from-the-floorboards-up renovation. The place isn't in tatters. And that Wills and Kate paid for their own curtains? Doesn't really appease my sour heart.
We are in SUCH a bad way here, and we're about to drop an application fee and deposit on a place we almost certainly won't get. The hundred bucks is a throw-away--we'll never see that again, either way. And the deposit? If we don't get the place, we won't see that money refunded for weeks. That's weeks we don't have. And if we DO get it?
Well, we don't have the rent and truck money. We're operating on pure hope here. Hope that folks will come through for us. Because the alternative is us being utterly toast.
So hey, Prince William? Princess Kate? Do you think you could spare .001 % of your remodeling budget? That would be all we need and more. It would be enough so we could have someone help us with the heavier furniture, AND we could keep our boy's dog! So how 'bout it? Please? Pretty please? Just .001% would totally SAVE us, and you might be out one fancy brass spittoon.