Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
Honeybun's mother called in yesterday to inform us that Uncle had called her to talk...
He called her to say that he didn't have the money for the deposit on his own apartment, which we all thought he had set up weeks ago. He didn't even realize that he'd have to pay another pet deposit for his dog...
She was livid with him and called us to let us know.
We move in 3 weeks, and I was going to contact him today about how much he owes for our final round of rent/utilities here... worried that he won't have it...
Honeybun's mom has told us she'll pay his part to me if he doesn't have it, so at least we won't be screwed, but we're preparing ourselves for the question he'll inevitably ask:
"Can I sleep on y'all's couch at the new place for a little while?"
Nope. Nope nope nope. We've been so excited about being free for so long. There is no way in HELL.
Maybe if he hadn't spent all his money on action-figures, booze, and pot he wouldn't be in this situation.
Honeybun has been agitated ever since the news, so I've been walking on eggshells. Uncle doesn't know that we know.