Good gosh My wife isn't speaking to me. We have cars and cash on the brain. I don't want to borrow money for a car. Better we borrow money and paint the house. I made a blunder. We were at a Hari Raya open house at a neighbours. They have a lovely house My style. They asked when they could visit our house, I said they couldn't. Our house is crammed with stuff. One bedroom is full of every dress my wife has ever owned. She hates when I tell people that. Pack rat. She saves everything. I am happy she doesn't read or I would probably die under a pile of newspapers.