Life does some crazy ****, really, I received a call that one of my favorite Uncles passed.
He taught me how to drive a grain truck when I could barely sit on the edge of a seat to run the pedals.
He also let me color in his coloring book , don't laugh
, it was a thick western coloring book and the pages that were colored were detailed with many colors and shades.
Accidentally slammed the car door on my finger, it was like a 60's Belair , my fault and I screamed like a little girl.
Easiest way to skin a cat fish or bullhead , nail it's head to something.
We'd sit on the porch after supper and would have a contest while he had a smoke. It was to see how many satellites we could count, he was way better at it then me.
Those old guys were a different cut, they had paws that didn't match the rest of thier body, massive vice grip hammers.
He'd pepper an whole onion and eat it like an apple , not to mention his home made horseradish was more like ghost pepper.
For some reason last week I had a dream and all I can remember is waking up thinking of him and then yesterday I was thinking about it and thought that's kind of weird and couldn't figure out why it popped back in my head but I did think I should make a call.
A relative beat me to it.
He made it to 99, good on him.
Crazy ****