My sister just called me. The sister who’s doing cancer research. The poor one. Doing her post-doctorate. The youngest. The one that got married last April in Vegas. The one that drives a Neon with more then 100K miles and is on it’s last leg. She just won a car in a raffle. Not just “any” car either. Are you ready?

A Mercedes Benz C Class 240 Luxury Sedan. Wow. Yay her!

She has to go to RI to pick it up… and I think she’s going to keep it. She’s figuring out the tax implications and cost of ownership. Yes yes yes. I kept my big mouth shut about the practicalities of it all. I just let her beam and gush. I gushed with her. I know how to do it. She just wanted me to be happy for her. And I am. I did not point out that her insurance is going to triple, this will add to her income tax basis (almost doubling it) and it’s not really a great car for hauling around two huge Great Danes. Yes, I know when to keep my mouth shut.

Ok I usually do.
I did this time.
Shut.Up.

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