Actually,
rr, there are all sorts of goods and services that comprise the
Consumer Price Index, which is used to figure
Social Security Cost Of Living Adjustments. Not just gasoline.
I didn't know that. Gas being so low was the only reason given in the news article I looked at.
You do understand that a store could loose taking Government issued assistance for accepting it for products they aren't supposed to. How inconvenient would it be if the store closest to you lost the ability to accept FS, EBT, etc.?
Um, not trying to beat a dead horse here, but I have both food stamps and cash on my EBT card. The cash comes from state disability. So although there are certain things I can't use my food stamps for, I can use the cash portion of the EBT card to pay for those, like toilet paper and paper towels. Likewise, I can take that cash off the card to buy other things I need, like a MO for my rent.
I don't always take all the cash off, so some months I end up with a food stamp amount left on the card, a cash amount left on the card, and some cash left over in my pockets. That's what happened this month.
There are no food stamp cards as we knew them anymore. The food stamp amount is put on the EBT card the same way my disability amount is put on the EBT card. So I use the same card for both.
Back to petty vents:
I received a new dollhouse (sold the old one, made a little profit, reinvested in another one - sort of like moving up in real estate). I got it home and promptly opened the box on my bed, resulting in wood splinters in my fanny, enough packing material to keep an army of rabbits in nesting material for a couple decades (all over my room), enough wood to build a tiny house (a real one - this was supposed to be a SMALL house, for crying out loud), and two extra pieces of wood in the kit that aren't on the instructions list.
I also took out a few pieces of miniature furniture to see how they'd fit in the rooms, dropped the wooden stove and broke it, and stepped on the sofa.
I was going for something I could lift by myself unlike my last dollhouse that took two brawny lumbermen to carry and that only if they'd had their Wheaties. Unfortunately, when I picked my house up at FedEx, the guy behind the counter had to carry it out to my car for me. Just call it a hunch, but I have a premonition my best laid plans regarding this dollhouse are about to derail.