"If we lose another game I'll kill myself" said the Princess.
"Don't do that" I said.
"Why not?"
"Because you're too small to think of a cool way to kill yourself. Let me do it. I'll think of something cool."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. I might tie you to the back of my car by your wrists and drive around the block a few times. Or I could just tickle you until you explode".
Such are the morbid conversations we have. Since the kids got Tamagochis (not my doing, talk to Madame2Bar) the whole cycle of life thing has become topic du jour in the 2Bar household.
My brother died yesterday.
The cancer got him in the end, after a long struggle and apparent remission.
We weren't that close due to RIWGI (Reasons I won't go into) but it's still been an emotional time, especially this last week. My immediate family are taking it hard and, while I aren't crying or carrying on, I am feeling physically ill - which is my standard response, apparently.
The Bomb wants to know if his uncle will come back as an egg, just like the Tamagochi.
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Hi Bar,
I'm sorry to read about your brother. My Dad, today, is having about 60% of his liver removed due to secondary cancers from a bout with it two years ago. Amazing that the liver can regenerate.
Good thing about killing yourself. I've thought of many ways; most of them involving not leaving a lot of mess for others to clean up. That's
the considerate sort of guy I am.
Have you thought about turfing the kids and making it to Blandwagon's Andressfest?
Troy,
Thanks for your wishes. I did hum and hah about Andressfest but feel like doing some private liver damage of my own.
Personally, I don't feel like being considerate when I kick the bucket - I'd much prefer to check out swearing loudly, smelling of gin and preferably operating some sort of firearm.
You've been reading my diary. :)
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