For some reason, my father prepared his uncle's

For some reason, my father prepared his uncle's best friend over me. It's been like that since I was six and dying of a fever. I never understood what he found in that tiny man.

I was there in the hospital while he was showered with fine diamonds. /my mother did her best for me, it was barely enough. things started to change when my dad's uncle walked in.

Great-Uncle Bartok was the only one who had any money in the family, and he told the medical staff that none of us was worth helping, least of all me. One of the nurses

owed me big time since that time that I saw... well, lets say, somebody was going to jail and it wasn't going to be me. I fixed it so that she didn't. Great-Uncle Bartok took a shi

ne to my wiley ways & hired me as his Sales Manager at his used car lot. Then I, in turn, hired her as our receptionist.Together we made used car sales history! In less than 3 days

my divorce from Fiona will become final and I will ask whatsername, my receptionist at the used car lot to be my bride. Then I will finally be happy for the first time in my life.

Literally, not emotionally I mean. I'm changing my name to "Happy" when I divorce Fiona, so I can rub it in her bearded face "I am so happy without you." But I won't ever be happy.

The paperwork required for a name change threatened to consume an entire forest. Fiona had created enough devastation already. Perhaps I could learn to be happy by

ensuing melee was bloody, until Mister Softee drove onto the scene. The fighting stopped and the participants hollered “YAY! Ice cream!” FINALLY something they could all agree on!