Grand Canyon Vacation
I'm not afraid to die. Whoa, weird statement, right? Here's the DL, the guy who gave me my big chipmunk cheeks peaced-out with I was 6. He was a whoppin' 25. Since, I'm approaching the same age - it's a little weird. And, then it's not - all at the same time.
I live life to conquer the world, but because I never want people I care about to have to worry about anything - I've made grown up decisions.
This all leads to this:
Joe (aka, my dad since I was 6, the reason I call him Joe is a later post): hello
me: I need your Social Security number
me: I might die.
me: You can have my money
Joe: What do you want me to do with it?
me: I don't care. Go on vacation, I guess.
me: It's only 3 percent of my salary - so the Grand Canyon?
Joe: I've always wanted to go there.
me: Well, have fun :-)
To be fair, there are different types of funny in this world. I just happen to like mine - thank you very much.