I grew up in the boat of not ever expecting any type of inheritance. Then my dad remarried and it is a thing, and that discussion that makes me really uncomfortable. I am in the first camp. I don’t feel any sense of ownership or entitlement to that money.

She wants to go on a fancy trip to Bali? Good for her.

New car? Awesome.

He raised me, that was his responsibility. He did a great job and that’s all I needed.

I am sure there will be something left but I’m not hedging all of my bets on it. Work bonus stays with me, though.

I’m sorry if this is worded weirdly; my dad passed away two years ago and I am still getting used to the past tense.

Nah I had trouble as well. I don’t like having to adopt an altered mindset to read something.

Even on a man, nice nipples are the piece of the pie.

I think you’re onto something here.

I refuse to acknowledge the cold weather until shit starts freezing. Then, only then, will I put on a vest.