Money sucks

This week started out shitty. Didn't get much better.

Monday morning, DH calls me up while he's working. Neither of us had noticed that his license plate tags had expired in July. We both thought he'd gotten two-year tags but apparently not. Of course, we still hadn't paid our personal property taxes (fuck you, Missouri, DIAF), and with me out of work for now we couldn't afford it. We ended up having to borrow the money from his parents; they also gave us the money for both inspections (safety and emissions (again, fuck you, Missouri).

His PPT (based on the value of his truck) was over $300 (after all the late fees, which actually aren't that much).

Check gets deposited Tuesday, DH goes and pays the PPT on Wednesday morning, and then has an appointment for the inspections.

His truck doesn't pass. It needs new rotors, new brakes, and a new shock in the back. Total damage? $463. Again, we have no money, and we've already asked his parents for help (plus we're pulling on my mom). He calls his parents, who are out of town, and after some haggling they agree to put it on a credit card, and we'll pay them back.

I hope to Moses that the rule of threes passes quietly by.