Mr.Wrekker had two maiden aunts. 93 and 96 yo.
They were both born visually impaired. They lived together, never marrying or having kids.
Mr. W is the oldest of the younger generation. He took it upon himself to see after said aunts throughout the years. Which was a good thing, I guess.
The youngest one was sick. Hospitalized. And she died. The older aunt collapsed at the news. She died. Stroke the doctor said.
I’ve had a house full. Mr.W has a big family.
Two funerals. Two cemetery holes. They are next to each other. Nice.
Son-of-a-wrek was released from his rehab Friday morning. We are so happy he’s on the mend. He’s sad he missed the wake/kegger. Geez! That was loads of fun for the only sober person above age 21 in the house.
I got to watch children, pets, and make sure no one killed anyone. 'Cause big families have big wars while drinking.
I took up car keys early. No one was leaving. Cousin Joe I could’ve let drive off and not cared if he hit a ditch. Luckily he passed out early.
On top of all this Mr. Wrekker has Beagle babies in his kennel. And, wait for it…
…he brought a new squirrel dog puppy home today. A Carolina cur. (Read: Mutt)
I had to go to the diabetic clinic today. He asked me to pick up a bag of puppy chow at Tractor Supply. The lil’wrekker won’t go in that store, she says it stinks. It kinda does.
I was perusing the dog food and a stranger started chatting me up.
OM freakin’ God, this creeper was flirting with me. He went on to say he had this great job and no one to spend the moola on. I advised him to adopt a puppy. A Carolina cur, in fact. I knew where he could get one. Or a beagle pup in a few weeks.
Geez, Louise. I look like death-warmed-over and weirdos are flirting with me.
When I got back to the car, the lil’wrekker said I smelled weird.
She has no tact.
Hey, little lady, I have you know strangers flirt with me. He didn’t think I smelled weird, obviously. I don’t know how you could tell, in that store, tho’
It’s JHC eating a pickle on a pogo stick that’s bad. You have to invoke just the right blasphemous tone in order for the guy upstairs to hear you. Works on Cecil too
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When I got back to the car, the lil’wrekker said I smelled weird.
She has no tact.
Hey, little lady, I have you know strangers flirt with me. He didn’t think I smelled weird, obviously.[/quote]
Obviously, menfolk who frequent Tractor Supply get turned on by the heady aroma of animal chow and manure. Dab a little of that behind your ears, and you’re good to go!
Li’l Wrekker is probably lonesome since the BF is gone. She may frown on TSC brand perfume…but the guy said he had money.
Baby, the smell of money can overpower any stench!
Give Li’l Wrekker a mop and a bucket. The house probably still smells like puppy poop and throw up.
That’s the most Beck thing I’ve read in ages. Sorry for your losses, of course, but the rest of that post really made me smile. I’m with @panache45 - glad to have you back. And on form.
I’ll take your word for how bad, bad, bad you look. But at a certain point, personality overtakes appearance. And you cannot hide your sparkling one. Glad to hear from you.
Uh, wadaminute! Some Rando Masher hits on you, and your response is to basically invite him to your home to ‘get a puppy’??? Sounds like the flirting was Moochal!
Bayliss tells me they are purple, but aren’t dogs colorblind?
Nothing static in your world. But if it was, you’d probably cook up a plan for excitement. Condolences for the double deaths. I’m glad to hear that Son-of-a-Wrek has been turned loose. Good to hear from you.
Now, take a deep breath because here comes next week.
I was telling mid-daughter about my experience in Tractor Supply. She said…"Oh, Ma don’t you know creepy guys troll dog aisles and baby aisles looking for Women? "
Apparently this is common knowledge. Why wasn’t I ever informed of this?
I’m not sure how I got this old living in this strange world.
It’s easy to see how your family loves and needs you, but damn, they surely recognize they need to lay off. L’il Wrekk loves you somethin’ fierce; surely the “stink” would’ve been a small price to pay for sparing you.
I want to set up a Bekk Recuperation Center for people like you. Pets would be allowed and cared for by staff. Humans would be allowed to visit at set hours and would be cared for by themselves.
SO glad Son o’ Wrekk is making a good recovery. Now let’s focus on keeping you home and healthy.
It’s ok @nelliebly,
They try relentlessly to hold me down and put me to bed. It’s maddining.
I wanna do stuff. The lil’wrekker, prissy as she is does encourage me to do more, alittle bit. She can get mother-hennish.
I would definitely go to a Beckdawrek-recoup place. Just sayin’
Not sure what to say, Beck. We don’t have Tractor Supply here, so I cannot comment on the aroma. We do have Canadian Tire, which, despite its name, has more that tires; but it does carry its own unique funk, consisting of auto parts, small appliances, sporting goods, garden supplies, all kinds of crud you didn’t think you needed but upon seeing it, you realize that you do; and yes, tires.
Naw, I know what to say–Beck, I’m glad you’re back! I missed your “bad, bad, bad” threads. Stay well, and stay here.
