Doh!

I have problems. Big ones. Usually, I am able to keep the full extent of said problems confined to the knowledge of my immediate family but this time I've crossed the line.

I got an email the other day that I thought Spike had forwarded to me. It was a stock letter from some online home mortgage company talking about the recent hike in the Prime Rate and how this would impact home owners and potential owners. Spike and I have been watching the rates closely for the past few years and have anticipated such a hike would lead to an overall lowering of LA real estate prices. So I hit Reply and sent the following cheeky message:

"Wow! I can't wait to feast on the carcasses of all those silly people who got ARMS!"

Send. Bing! The instant I sent it I realized that the email had not gone to Spike, but to the mortgage broker. I don't think he reads my blog and probably has no clue that I'm not really a cannibal who delights in eating naive chaps who got a 3 year Adjustable Rate Mortgage last year. I quickly sent him another email apologizing for my "harsh language" and assuring him that although my email evidenced otherwise, I was not, in fact, a psycho. But the damage was done. He forwarded my email to one of his colleagues who sent me a cautious note asking if he could call me and talk mortgage. At this point, I was completely mortified and wanted nothing more to do with these people who were now privy to my dark side. So I ate them all.