IT fella, metal detectorist, small time streamer, sentient soap dish, salad shredder, sorta sailor, sickly son, sour patch adult. I desire to fight mothman.
Figured I would reupload my dumbass finding that training grenade with some edits. Infinitely funny seeing me pull the ring (sans pin). Upon review, I definitely over and underreacted. Not going to beat myself up, might be the most interesting find of my detecting hobby career.
Today was Ripley's last day.
She went to sleep peacefully with her head on my lap and surrounded by her favorite people. She was a positive constant through the most challenging years of my life. Caring for her made me a more empathic and responsible adult. Rest easy, Rip.
