Walking Backwards

I feel that I should elaborate on my previous grand piano post thing so it will sound less random.

My mother lent my uncle a whole lot of money several years ago to prepare his house for sale so that they could keep it from being foreclosed upon. Well, that didn't work out. My uncle didn't do crap and so my aunt and my cousin floated the house for awhile before my cousin bought the house and kicked my uncle to the curb. The sale of the house to my cousin resulted in zero equity, of course, so my mom was left in the lurch. Except for the fact that they had promised her my uncle's grand piano as collateral. My uncle has spent the last few months trying to sell the piano and screw over my mom (basically), but hasn't had any success. So he e-mailed her yesterday telling her that the piano is hers and that if she wants it, come do something with it. My mom e-mails me to tell me that she doesn't have any room in her place for it, but that she had promised to give it to Travis if he wanted it. My brother is moving into an efficiency apartment in a couple of weeks, so that isn't going to work out. I then made the mistake of asking Joe if he wanted it, to which he replied "Are you serious?". I really wasn't, but alas I think we are now going to end up with a giant grand piano; bigger and more expensive than my car.