We interrupt your regularly scheduled post
February 2, 2009
to announce: THE TRUCK IS SOLD.
I’m actually sad that I didn’t say goodbye to it myself. But I was determined to a) relax this weekend before I imploded, and b) let my dad handle all the necessary dealings. Not ’cause I’m a wuss, or because I’d be pissed that I didn’t get a better deal and it’s easier to blame it on him. I just didn’t need one more thing on my plate.
So the payoff amount was reimbursed, as were about 8 months’ of payments that I hadn’t signed up for. No, I didn’t break even, but whatever, I’m not even thinking about that anymore – it’s a done deal. The truck is gone. The payment is gone. No more registration fees, no more maintenance. The insurance can be reduced.
“O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
Congrats! It must be nice to get that responsibility off your plate!
Yay! Congratulations!
calgirlfinance: It’s awesome!
paranoidasteroid: Thanks! š
Cool beans! You want to come over and sell Mr M’s truck for him. It’s been rusting in the driveway for a year now, he needs to get off his lazy butt and sell it.
GREAT!!!
Miss M: Hah, send the truck on over, we’ll see what we can do. š
Karen: š !!