Whatdayaknow
Something else wrong. Naturally. Something is wrong with the dryer. It goes, but it doesn't get hot so the clothes don't get dry unless I leave them in the dryer for days and days (which I'm sure is doing wonders for our electric bill). Anyway, so the system now is that I wash the clothes and my younger sister comes to get them to put them in their dryer next door. Then she brings them back either folded or I fold them. It seems to be working for now. I'm not sure when we're going to get around to fixing the dryer as the car is a more pressing matter. (In case you didn't read the comments, our alternator has now died as well as the back 2 tires.) Everyone cross your fingers, hopefully Justin will hear back from the manager at the job he interviewed for last week. This job will make things so much easier...I also put in an application at the hospital where my younger brother works. Maybe that will work out too...they love him over there, maybe that will work in my favor. We're leaving on Thursday for Bryan to pick up the truck that my mom is giving Justin. I don't know if I'll have time to post, but I'm taking the laptop so maybe.
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Hang in there, babe.
I've been there with cars and appliances and maybe jobs (my fingers are crossed for both of you) all happening at once. It's times like this when my mother says, "If I had a horse, he'd be lame!" It's going to be okay, though. This too shall pass.
Oh, and tell your sister I'll have a few loads ready for her to dry and fold in about 2 hours :>
Guess who had to call her mom today and ask to borrow a couple hundred bucks? That'd be your friend Terroni.
It went something like this, "Hey, uh, if I ask for some money, will you promise to let me pay it back?"
"How much do you need?"
"I'm not telling until you promise to let me pay you back in a few weeks when my loan check comes."
She made some half-assed promise.
I added it all up for her and then said, "Oh, and, uh, another $50 if you want me to come visit this weekend. You know, because I can't afford the gas."
I hate asking for money. Although, I am mildly amused by the fact that my parents are now paying for the pleasure of my company. Depending on how well this goes, I might start charging everyone to talk to me.
Anyway, just thought I'd share the story, because misery loves broke company.
LOL @ Terroni!
Hang in there kiddo. All of your hard work will pay off one day.
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