It's nice being on here late tonight. My insane old lady is over at her sisters house discussing "family stuff". It appears that a certain elderly lady is about to die, and her family is beginning to act like a bunch of greedy a$$*&les.
Where the conflict comes in, is that this elderly lady is married to her dad, but she's not her bio Mom.
I never get invited to family squabbles because I'm not even-tempered enough to deal with any of them, and/or politically correct. I always offer up the solution that we just kick the a%% of the person causing the problems, and be done with it. That works out well in bar fights or on jobsites, but it doesn't seem to help things in family fights. So---Steelman stays home until and if we need muscle and brawn.......then we'll call ya'.
So here I sit....sipping on a beer......reading and commenting about terrorists...........while hoping at the same time the little lady doesn't walk in brandishing a hatchet.....or sword.....or a suicide vest....or .223 ammo with stripper clips. And even if she did that, I'd just tell her one of the chihuahuas was sick, and she'd drop the weapons and go into "Mom" mode. Life is good.