No, I'm pretty sure you repped me about it. Don't worry about it, he was a colossal piece of shit for the last ten years; longer than that, really, but he got really bad around the late '10s. I found out that he had been threatening my other family members, including my cousin's son, AND HIS OWN DAUGHTER. Two people who had never done ANYTHING negative to him. Basically everyone at the service was glad he was dead. He started doing this stuff after he had a motorcycle accident when he got out of prison, and we all suspect that he got some kind of brain damage from it. The weirdest thing was: He never tried bothering/ threatening me. It was all news to me, and I figured he would have the biggest beef with me, because we definitely had some unfinished business. I guess he knew that I wasn't going to put up with any of his shit.
Yeah, still sorry to hear it. That sucks. Sorry I didn't remember you mentioning it before... I must be getting old or something.
Yeah, pretty much. My cousin is the one who handled everything, and he really cares about appearances and such. He's definitely a better man than I am. Yeah, pretty much. He was cremated, and we spread the ashes at a place I won't disclose. Jungle Julia and I had been having an argument* prior to this, and she only agreed to come to make sure he was really dead. She chilled out after meeting some of my family. *Over a stupid misunderstanding.
We have been taking a crack at the classic Brothers Grimm book we have here. My kid was not as shocked at the content in The Juniper Tree as I was when reading it. We talked a lot about millstones and now kiddo is asleep. Kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!
Firstly, my fast-reading ass didn’t see the “a” in the first sentence and I was really excited about the new direction of TiB for a second. Secondly, now read Fitcher’s Bird. Try and get the one with the nightmare-inducing oil painting illustrations.
I want this vise. Then, I want the skills and knowledge to build something that would require a vise this size, because I also do not have those things.
My kid is getting into motocross. I bought myslef new Suzuki RM-Z so I can ride with him. I haven't told my wife. Either I tell her this evening or tomorrow, or I just show up with it on my truck Friday evening. It was on sale. Nearly 30% off. Zero down and an interest rate low enough it doesn't even sense to pay cash. It's not like I went and spent $10k+ on a new Honda. And people want way too much for there clapped out used bikes.
I've decided to confess sometime today. That way I reduce, or entirely avoid, any unpleasantness on what should be a happy day, tomorrow after I pick it up. I'd appreciate thoughts and prayers.
She can't ride anymore because of her leg. She used to be quite fast, before she got hurt. She could jump a dirtbike further than many men do in their whole lives. It actually went extremely well. When I told her I had a confession, you could see it on her face, that her thoughts went to some very bad directions. She was relieved when I told her. I probably need to avoid starting conversations with, "I need to make a confession." Or, that is a perfect way to start a conversation, because she was actually relieved. I best use it sparingly, though. It probably would have been worse if I paid cash and interfered with our Christmas budget. As it stands, I've only actually spent about $700 on fluids, spare parts and oil filters, tools and clearance protective gear, so far.
GENIUS. Keep her in the dark, let her imagination run into the deepest darkest thoughts, and then break the news to her, and it will be minor in comparison. She'll be more focused on her emotional change than what you're actually confessing. That's a life pro tip right there.
Exactly! Nothing I do, will ever be as bad as what she thinks I will do. The key, is never do anything truly rotten.