The Elder Savages have both traced their ancestry back to the 1600s and then did the 23 and Me thing. The results came back with exactly what they already knew. $300 of my inheritance down the drain.
So now the family DNA is in a commercial database.
Back when I was a steely-eyed hero, Uncle Sugar took my DNA to (supposedly) identify a red puddle. So my DNA is in a government database.
I tracked mine (fathers side) back to 1640 VA. My son (Vat) did the DNA thing, which like you, only confirmed what was already known. Don't know what he paid, don't care.
I'm Heinz 57, my ancestors got around and there are a lot of us.
Once a family hits a certain size there are always fractions.
Some wanted by police, some black sheep, some bleached
sheep and a whole lot of tie dye. The best result is to avoid them all.
Home/Scrotel13. Ate out. Went for steak. It was decent. Their medium rare ran a bit to rare, but it was a big cut and it wasn't even thinking about being overdone for order.
The weasels got it all but done. The painters, las gillipollas, wanked about yesterday and couldn't quite pull it off today. So I get to walk AOC through there with wet paint in places. Chingadores.
Culo Magnifico cut her arm late last week and has to rest a week before coming back to work. I saw a pic - it was kinda ugly. Eleven stitches. She nailed herself pretty good. Pobracita!
Quail hunting is on the venue for next Mon. Delicious little birdies if enough can be bagged. And I'm going to help a friend rebuild the fuel pump on his outboard. He has one of those pre-ethanol motors that he recently put back in service and couldn't figure out why the fuel pump failed. Ethanol dissolves the material they used for the valving in the pumps.
Ethanol was full of all manner of unintended consequences.
One of the tenants was complaining about shitty water pressure, so I explained about restriction gizmos in faucets. She thanked me yesterday for the information that I hadn't given her.
We take real showers at Wat's house.
I may have to change out the shower head at the new crib, just because.
That reminds me, I have to change my shower head out as well. One of those things that so easy to do and so trivial it keeps getting pushed down on the "to do" list.
My buddy, the charter captain, got hammered by the ethanol changeover. He had twin 200 HP Yamaha's on his boat with a 40 HP to use for slow trolling and a backup. His rebuild bill was a couple of thousand dollars.