This morning I was a bit grim about the mouth after talking to my mother. She called me in tears because her car didn't pass smog -- why does anyone live in California? With how upset she was, I thought it was going to be much worse then it was. She also said that my brother and his family moved to another city to the house co-owned by my grandparents and uncle. And that my uncle wanted to sell the house and offered my grandparents to buy him out for a very inflated price. Luckily, they said no, but I still can't believe that they're letting them live there. And my brother's car died so the poor boy is without a car...public transportation? Horrors! That conversation got me in one of those antsy moods; just unable to relax. I've been like this all day.
This evening when my mom called to tell me exactly how much it was (after the smog technicians took off 5o bucks because she cried), she was in a better mood, but it still left me wanting to point out life choices. I can't feel too badly for any of them since it's all their own choices, but at the same time, all of it makes me so tense.
Then, the best part. I got a phone call from one of my brother's creditors. Are you freakin' kidding me?! I've said it before and I'll say it again, I can't believe that 2000 miles isn't enough distance.
Fedora. Pith Helmet. Bowler. Beanie. Panama. Porkpie. Fez.
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