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Sister Grim and the Great Coffee Table Massacre

Friday, January 19, 2007
Having once again ventured towards the rising sun, our heroine was certain her life was ready for a change.

The father of her second child, who we will call Uncle Daddy, had called her back to him after finding her in the arms of another man. Well, he didn’t actually find her in the arms of another man because they were over 1,000 miles away, but he had discovered she was in the arms of another man and, for reasons known only to him, his passion was rekindled.

The happy couple was not just planning to live on love. They actually had a plan. For the first time in his life, Uncle Daddy was going to get and hold a job. This would provide him the funds necessary to feed, house and clothe his child, his soon to be step child, and the sister of his wife, who was also known as the mother of his child. Until he could afford their own home, he had found a home for them, which they would share with another man, who the young girl found very attractive. And, provided there weren’t any tornados in the area, it was fairly certain that their home would stay in one place.

There were certain problems when she arrived. They were living with the good looking friend, but the promised home of their own was nowhere to be seen. The same could be said of the job and the money to feed the two children and his sister-in-law/girlfriend. Now, that is not quite fair. He did have a job. In fact, he had three of them. Not at the same time of course. He kept going from job to job, which he would lose because he didn’t have his own car, and people got tired of giving him a ride to work. He also had an issue with past due child support on another child (not one born to his sister-in-law), which it seems they will attempt to collect if you have verified income.

With the situation not quite what she had hoped, and with Uncle Daddy home much of the time since he had no gainful employment, the young couple began to fight. Of course they were not satisfied with simple arguing and yelling. The couple often found themselves in physical altercations. During one such altercation, Uncle Daddy charged the young girl, and they crashed in to the coffee table.

Unfortunately, this was not their coffee table. The coffee table belonged to the attractive man they were staying with. It seems he was not happy with his furniture being broken. He was also tired of the arguing and the fact that he was the only one in the home with any income. So with that the young lady and Uncle Daddy were ushered out the door, with the two children.

Normally the young girl would have headed west, to where the sun sets, when faced with such a problem. But Uncle Daddy had a different idea. He had family in the area. Specifically, a mother and father, who had been more than willing to support him before he had found an older wife willing to do the same thing. So Uncle Daddy and the young girl moved in with Grandpa and Grandma Uncle Daddy.

There was one small problem though. Grandpa Uncle Daddy hated the young girl. He hated the way she lived her life. He hated that she had children by two men. He hated that she would have an affair with her brother-in-law. He hated the way her arms hung down and flapped like wings when she moved them. In general, if there was something about her to hate, he hated it.

So there was much tension in the house. Our young girl was living with lazy Uncle Daddy and mean Grandpa Uncle Daddy. Things were not good, and they were soon to get much worse.

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