My aunt wants to come visit.

I spoke to my aunt last night. She was asking about the apartment. I told her a little. Then, she said she wants to come and visit me and go to dinner. This is how it went:
Aunt: "In a few weeks, we'd like to come in and see your new apartment and take you and Jarett to dinner."

Me:....

Aunt: "Does that work for you guys?"

Me: "You can't come here."

Aunt: ....

Me: "How about we meet you in the city, and I'll bring pictures of my apartment."

They can't come here. Like, ever. If they saw my lobby they would run screaming back to Far Hills, NJ.
(Ironically this picture is from near my old apt in Long Island City, Queens)
So then my aunt asked me why I don't move. I was reluctant to say I can't afford it, because I'm afraid she'll think I'm begging for money. Which I am, but more to pay off my astounding credit card debt, then to move. I ended it with reassuring her I'd be fine and that these kind of experiences build character. She said, "they build something." I think she's disappointed.

The malnourished lady rode in the elevator with me again. I love riding in the elevator with my neighbors. We don't want to acknowledge each other, so we just stare at the dogs. "Them dogs sure do love go outside, boy."

On the way back upstairs a couple from the 5th floor was asking me about the dogs. The girl asked if they were a boy and a girl. I confirmed. Then, she said "let me guess, the fat one is the girl." I don't know if I should be offended by this, but I said no, he's the boy. They laugh. So much laughter at Kielbasa's expense. He's going to need therapy. Then, she said, "oh I get it the girl's all sleek and sexy." And she does this mock runway walk, that I think was supposed to be Caliope if she were, in fact, a runway model and not a dog. I say Kielbasa is "big-boned." They laughed. I'm glad someone got my joke. Although he is big boned. He is!