I would've spent that money on something stupid like shoes or food.

I think food is not stupid? Regardless, congrats on paying off your car!

So, CJ's car is officially kaput. The shop said we can leave it there until we figure out if we can sell it, trade it in (push/pull/drag), or donate it. KCD is headed out of town for a few days, so CJ will be able to borrow his car for the short term. BUT we need to figure how to get him another vehicle. My credit is improving, but I still can't get a loan. CJ doesn't make enough to even qualify with a co-signer, though he is applying for other jobs that are closer to home. He is going to talk with KCD as they go to the airport today.

Just so frustrating. Six months from now, things would probably be better for me to be able to help him and for him to be able to help himself. I had my car in the shop today for an oil change and check up and while there are things it needs, there is nothing critical which is great. I had been afraid it would need all kinds of things.

I am having breakfast in a café in the Paris casino . My savory crepe has dried cherries on it . Odd but interesting , but I'm not sure it's something I'd get again .

For me, will you read all the signs in a terrible fake French accent? "Le registration!"

Sorry about the added drama, Drew.

I guess one of the benefits of being the only child of poor parents is there won't be a lot of estate wrangling when my folks pass away. Other than getting the house prepared for sale within a year I'll just have to make sure Mom's diamond ring goes to her favorite niece and let everyone pick which old family pictures they want copies of.

>I guess one of the benefits of being the only child of poor parents is there won't be a lot of estate wrangling when my folks pass away.

I guess, but as the only child of a poor mom, it also means I am going to have to deal with everything myself! I am also the only person in my generation who talks to my uncles, so I think I am alone in that too!

I just bought 200 aluminum pie plates as part of my job. If I were doing props that wouldn't be weird.

Oooh, what are they for? Is it pie?

I guess, but as the only child of a poor mom, it also means I am going to have to deal with everything myself!

I said just last night, watching Tim's aunt greet people at the visitation, that because Dad didn't remarry,** when he dies my brother and I will have to do the whole greet-all-the-well-meaning-people, which neither of us is remotely emotionally equipped to handle, because we both have social anxiety BAD (him actually worse than me) and also need 50-foot personal bubbles so people won't fucking hug us.

Tim said "You both should just start weeping and howling, and people will leave you alone."

I said, "No -- weeping attracts The Huggers en masse."

He said, "Yeah, but then you and your brother can flail and punch throats."

I paused, and then said, "Oh my god, my Dad would LOVE that at his visitation!!!"

We are bad people.

**(I know that even if Dad remarried, there's no guarantee that a spouse would outlive him, so if the hypothetical spouse died first, my bro and I would still have to handle all the emotional labor of the funeral, which, again, we are 100% UN-equipped to deal with. I cannot stress enough how goddamn feral we are.)

Funerals really are a buttload of emotional work, along with just the planning and wrangling.