My folks flew up to Bloomington, Illinois today for Mom's annual family reunion. She is number 9 of 11 siblings; 4 have died already, including my favorite aunt, Ruth. I wanted to go, but I am broke, in debt up to my eyeballs, AND just started a new job. Plus, someone has to take care of my dog and their cat.
I told the folks to tell the family that I said hello, and I'll try to make it next year (I haven't seen any of them since I was a child), and don't nobody die for the next year.
Tonight, Baby Brudder & I went to the airport to pick up their car from the lot and drive it home (they left at a time when neither of us could take off work to drive them). I noticed with some chagrin that the "gas light" came on a few miles from home in their Jeep. Since I can't afford to fill their tank, they best hope their stuff fits in my trunk when I go pick them up Monday night.
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