Should I be angry, or just disappointed?

OK, my sister-in-law and I had been looking at houses lately, and had actually talked about putting offers in on a few. (I was skeptical, since we've done this dance once before.) But we kept looking and my sister-in-law kept reassuring me that it was going to happen this time. I had even started making tentative plans about moving the workshop, closing the storage unit, etc.

This Sunday, my sister-in-law and I went to the La-Z-Boy showroom, since they were having this amazing sale and she wanted to get me a replacement for the soon-to-be-leaving futon couch. On the way, she told me that my brother--instead of investing in a house that will appreciate--has decided to invest the money in a friend's new convenience store.

I called it. I knew he would pull out, some how, some way. Thanks, man. I shouldn't have even let myself hope until I had the keys in my hands.

Trouble is, I can't even call him on it. It *is* his money, after all, and it's his call as to what he does with it. I just don't think he realizes how thin the profit margins are on convenience stores. Or how shitty he made me feel.

I could tell my sister-in-law felt bad about the whole thing. She got me a custom-built 2-seat La-Z-Boy recliner (with my choice of fabric), then we went to Costco and she bought me a new flatscreen TV *is boggled*. After my friend's daughter comes and takes my futon away (and my old desk, yay!), I'm calling Goodwill to come get my monster 35" tube TV. That sucker weighs 190 pounds!

Ah well.

Tomorrow evening I will go into the workshop and knock out my last commission (really, dremiel !). Then I will bake and bake and bake.  Because nothing makes me feel better than making calorie bombs for my friends and family.