Well, a few weeks ago the lil’wrekkers long standing penniless boyfriend popped the question. He has prospects to be able to keep her in a style shes accustomed to. She accustomed to being spoiled rotten. I kinda feel sorry for Hamza. I’ve had her 20years. I know exactly how spoiled she is. I told him. He’s like that emoji with hearts coming put of his eyes. He sees nothing but LOVE. Poor man. He graduated college and is furthering his education for one more semester. The lil’wrekker goes into her junior year. She’ll be able to spoil herself with her degree. A little. She’ll teach. Elementary aged handicapped.
She sat down with me yesterday and we talked when, where, what, how this all going down. Her big plan includes a gap year or 2. WTF? You better look for a job before the ink’s good and dry. I asked her who was gonna finance these gap years. She launched right into how they wanna travel. See the world, yada, yada, yada. Wouldn’t that just be lovely Mom? Hell, yeah. I think I may do it. I haven’t had my gap year yet. Girl’s gonna be learning a hard lesson. I hate it for her. I thought maybe it could be held off til she graduated college. Looks like my gap year may be coming up sooner than I thought. I know exactly where I’m going first. 
Where first?
West.
That’s good. West will get you anywhere. 
Nevada County? Great choice. I hear Prescott is lovely.
Dennis
Put me on the list!
Very, very, very funny! Car racing!
Oh no.
Nothing wrong with either her capslock or her return key, Kitty. You may have been drunker than you thought.
Hey, Granny? Can you get some of the assorted ‘Little Wreckers’ to teach you to put some spaces in these paragraph-long diatriables of yours?
They are generally amusing, but becoming increasingly hard to read. I’m sure there is some sort of ‘cat shit’ in there, but can’t mine it out.
Okay. That was less nasty than the previous post.
Got me mid-edit, I think
I think you’re just jealous that she doesn’t mention any cats in this one.
Hah! On my 17th birthday, right before I went to bed, my dad came into my room and we had a great conversation.
[ul][li]Dad: Son, we have to talk about your 18th birthday.[/li][li]Me: Dad, that’s not for a year now.[/li][li]Dad: That’s right. But I want to make sure you’re ready for it.[/li][li]Me: Well, Dad; that’s cool. Thanks. What do I need to know.[/li][li]Dad: When you turn 18 you’re going to have a few choices:[/li][list][li]Choice One: Get out![/ul][/list][/li]
When Dad died last year, I spoke with my younger brother. Turns out Dad had the very same conversation with him on my brother’s 17th birthday! YB and I laughed ourselves silly remembering that.
I think you and Dad have a very similar philosophy!
Who spoiled her in the first place? I bet Mr Wrekker will be happy to finance her gap year. Not yours, but hers.
Oh, it wasn’t Mr Wrekker…
Tell the besotted couple to join the Army. They can travel and see the world.
Minimum enlistment is three years.
~VOW
Yes, I admit I spoiled her. But the whole family was in on it. She was one of those kids that just sucked the oxygen out of room. You couldn’t help but love her & want to give her things.
And, no dropzone, Mr.Wrekker will not be financing a 2 year fun and games gap year for her and boyfriend. He’s kind of a hard-ass about that kinda thing. I think maybe her free ride with him will end at college graduation.
As far as my own gap, I’ll be happy to take donations:D. (I’m kidding)
Oh, god. That would be a fun trip to the recruiters office. Hamza is a Palestinian Muslim. The lil’wrekker weighs about 90lbs, and is very petite. I don’t think they’d qualify. I’ll tell them you suggested it.
Oklahoma?
I hate to repeat myself, but are you aware that Mr. Wrecker dispatches snakes with a single pistol shot from the hip at 200 yards? :dubious: