Let's Do the Car Door Shuffle

Cars. Love em or hate 'em they do help up us get around. Now being shuffled around? Um, yeah. Here's what I mean: We've got six, count 'em, six, VEE-hicles. Two each to my brothers and two to my parents. Let's start with the brother that own the fancy, schmancy Explorer and has a half interest in the Dodge to boot. He's always changing car titles (If we let him) and going to Austin to see his buddies. One thing, though: with all the medical equipment (Two walkers) we have to lug around with us, he gets mean. I guess it's all that customization. In short, Every moment out is pure gold to my mother and I. Dad and Dan share a half interest in the Dodge, last time I checked. The truck was fully dad's, but Dan needed it for some reason, so they went halvsies on the ownership.That, plus more ownership changes from day to day it feels like. My youngest brother drives a nondescript Mustang and a Ford Explorer. He's a down-to-business guy. He's graciously loaned us the use of said Explorer, save dad now has to use it to get back a forth from work each day instead of the truck, which he normally takes. So, now we come to the d3 Jeep. (Dead, died, and decreased) What to do. Part it out, fix it up and sell it, or sell it outright. Our Explorer's up in Austin being repaired by of Daniel's buddies. Still working for the following people: Mom/Dad: The Explorer* Dan: Explorer Matt: Mustang, Explorer * In the shop If you take away the Explorer that's being repaired, have dad take Matt's Explorer each of them have 1 car each, and none for us...yet. Oh, for That new car smell IT MAKES THOSE ALL THOSE CAR LOTS LOOK A LOT LESS ANNOYING

By the Numbers

I screwed up... again. Well, let me start at the beginning. The day before, I had leant over to pick up some wrappers that had fallen out of my trashcan. Well, I apparently I used my knees too much because next thing I hear on my down, was a slight crack in left knee cap. It was "A new experience in pain,"* as it 'twere. I think approaching the top five in my life! Yep, you could say it hurt a little. It landed me in my recliner with a frozen bag of peas on my knee. That was three days ago. Fast forward to the yesterday morning. As I washing my face in the guest restroom, somehow I took out 1/2 the toilet paper hanger, and on my out, I broke the toilet... again! It seemed that I was 'Wreck It Ben,'^ ...literally! Somehow, I landed on the floor, drawers down for the world to see, and then my mom tries to pull me up. Me. A literal "One-eyed fat man."** Gotta love those moms. They'll attempt the impossible for their kids. My little brother was there, and he tried but failed. My knee didn't help any. In fact, it was all I could do to stop from screaming. So they decided, against my will mind you, to call 911. Who knew they had a non-emergency line? So no sirens, but that big, red, truck outside with a diesel engine, and your home draws the neighbors, just gets, oh I'd say, a tad embarrassing if there's no fire to put out. Ah well, such is the life of superstars and stroke patients although more patience is needed for the latter. * M*A*S*H - S.1/ Ep.22 ^ Wreck It Ralph ** True Grit (1969)