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Ah, youth

the iceback and i have come to the realization that we will never be kidless. we'll have both the boy and the girl with us for the rest of our freakin lives.

my sis in law is twenty-four years old, but common sense- wise, she might as well be eighteen, and emotionally, she's about a sixteen.

i swear, i've spent the last several years trying to keep drama out of my life. i don't know if that's something, that as we get older, we just learn to keep at a minimum, or is it because when we get older, we don't believe as much anymore and, let's face it, we're just plain tired. too tired to deal with unwanted and unnecessary drama.

a few months ago, sis in law blew the engine in her car. i believe it's because the thing sucked oil, and tho she claims she was anal about putting oil in it, i find that hard to believe.

this was probably her third vehicle in about eight months. the first one she wrecked. the second one, she let be repossessed because she didn't like it, then the third one blew.

luckily for her, at the time, her cheatin ass boyfriend had been buying an older pathfinder from a friend. he got a new car, then gave her the pathfinder, with the stipulation that she would continue to pay for it and she did.

last week she plays for me a voice message from cheatin ass boyfriend's brother, threatening her and telling her to stay out of their business and stay away from everyone in his family.

tues night before thanksgiving, she comes out from work to find her pathfinder gone. she tells us the story the next morning, including the fact, that since her name wasn't on the title, she didn't call the police and file a report. we explained to her that now, after twelve hours, there was no telling where the vehicle had gone, and that she needed to file a report and let the cops work out the details.

later that day, she says that it's suspected that cheatin ass boyfriend's friend is also a friend of the brother and the brother convinced the guy to take the truck back. of course, because she trusted cheatin ass boyfriend, she paid him in cash every time and has no record of any payments she's made to him. for all we know, she paid him and he never paid the guy.

mark, to say the least, was livid. he told her by the time she came home that night she'd either better have a police report in her hand or the truck in her possession. he also convinced her to file a report against cheatin ass boyfriend's brother for threatening her.

all this drama, which was no fault of my own, really threw a wrench into our thanksgiving plans. sis in law and i had planned on picking up the last of our supplies wed. mark, bless his heart, rode the bike five miles to work, five miles back, then walked five miles to the bank, and five miles back, then a half a mile to the store with me, and a half a mile back.

sis in law got a ride to the store and home, so she picked up some of our items, like the turkey. however, i told her i needed a fifteen to twenty pound bird(i like my turkey sandwich leftovers). she brought home a ten pound bird, because at the top of the tag it said "16-20 lbs" so she thought it was.

sigh

but all is not completely lost. she bought a 4X4 jimmy from a guy at work for five hundred dollars. bought and paid for, and unfortunately, a five speed. stick shifts suck in this town. nuff said.

because of cheatin ass boyfriend's lack luster performance over the last week or so, when she needed him most, i believe she has once again kicked him to the curb. but we've seen this before, for about three years actually, so i don't doubt he will once again be in her life.

he's like eczema, never gone for long.


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