Kill 9 for me.

Dad, my Uncle, my non-maternal Grandfather took a bayonet through the foot...many among mine served.

Take a pick. Some got the Green Weenie, and others got stabby reality.

WWI - take a bayonet and get crushed later at Ford.

And died.

You know, it's Senko. Still granddad +2. Secondary granddad. So?

I want you to take care of yourself - I'm inclined to get drunk, walk as hard as I can, and never rattle the cage of your distaff and irksome stuff.

Welcome home any time you like. Kitchen is still fucked up - so?

Be ordering in for that one. I don't have milk or eggs or money, you're on your own.

You can come home today if you want, but I'd personally like to wait and see about your "transition" - hospital bed, fine. Sis told me if no fancy bed, I get to die now.