A few days ago, I got a letter from the county Circuity Clerk that for all practical purposes says:
You's a juror, bitch!
Well, I've gotta call that number first to see if I was actually selected. But if I don't show-- fines and possible imprisonment may ensue.
My nephew is back. He paid off his fines, but the car he has (the one that got him in all this trouble) has a lien against it. So basically, his dad bought him a someone else's "repo" car that has a tag from another car who's status is "stolen".
So, when my poor nephew tries to get the title of the car in his name, he discovers his dad bought him a car that belongs to someone else-- an angry bank.
So, that car can never be his. He's worked out getting another one and thinks he'll have it legally his and running by the end of the week.
I asked him who sold his dad that car-- he said that it was a friend of the family.
My response to that was, "Well, that guy isn't a friend of the family any longer! Find out who that dude was that sold your dad that car and make sure you never personally do business with him! You see him coming, you go the other way!"
Amazing how you can get Christmas presents for the kids and they are so, so happy.
Then, on the 26th-- they're bored silly! What's the point!?
Oh well, glad the gift giving stuff is over. I can do without all of that for now.
I like the lights, I like the songs, I like the well wishes-- but the gift exchange business-- I can really do without that. I never get a gift that I truly like without telling people what I want.
My wife gets me gifts out of our own money, with my knowledge-- so where's the surprise?
I'd rather just have a quiet evening with my family. And that's just what I got this year. It was nice.
Well, I'm signing off for now. My stomach is queasy.