I sold my Grand Seiko SBGE257 to buy a 6-sided Pokemon die... AKA, why you should never have kids

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The SBGE257 is an AWESOME watch.  Beautiful, lush green, with a golden GMT hand, great lume, and spring drive!

Just look at this watch!  40.5mm diameter, subtle sunburst dial, ceramic bezel, and it’s a strap monster.  But, I sold it in order to pay for a 6-sided Pokemon die that cost 1.5x the watch.  Here it is!  Here is the die!

“What, @HotWatchChick69, how is that possible?  How can there be a plastic die that costs more than the SBGE257?”  You might think that perhaps this is some rare die, like a real collector’s item or something.  Nope, not that.  Maybe it’s made of lab-grown diamond?  Not that either.  No, this die costs more than the SBGE257, because I had the terrible misfortune of having had children -  don’t make the same mistake, they’re the worst.  See, one afternoon, I was lying in bed, watching YouTube videos of UFC (Israel Adesanya v. Paulo Costa!), with one of my beloved doggies napping on my chest - this doggy, the grey one…

…when all of sudden, she starts retching.  You know how dogs will heave away just as they’re about to barf?  She was doing that while sitting on my chest, her open mouth hovering mere inches from my face!  So, I scooped her up, put her onto the bedroom floor, and she proceeds to projectile vomit up a day’s worth of kibble.  Disgusting, but par for the course.  When you got dogs, you just learn to live with a bunch of vomit and feces - you clean it up, and get on with your life.  But, over the course of the next couple of hours, she kept vomiting over and over.  She would drink some water, and up it came immediately.  And she looked to be in a lot of pain.  She would lie down, the other doggy would jump on her head and start chewing on her ear, and…  nothing.  Normally, the two of them are like frat boys, constantly biting one another’s butts and tackling each other while walking along the sidewalk.  Now, nothing doing.  

Then she started groaning and shivering!  I put her in the car and took her to the vet’s.  They did 18 diagnostic tests, x-rays, etc., etc., and nothing was conclusive.  The vet figured that she’d ingested something toxic, and the best way to treat it was to give her lots of intravenous fluids and monitor her.  By that time, though, it was already 8pm, and the vet’s office closed at 9pm, so they referred me to a pet emergency hospital, where they could keep her in overnight observation.  I took her there, whereupon the new vet said that she might be suffering from anaphylaxis, and suggested giving her a steroid injection.  He was pretty confident that would take care of matters, and he would call me with any updates.  Unfortunately, my phone rang at midnight, and the vet said, “The steroid injection didn’t result in any improvement.  I was able to administer some pain medication, and as a result she let me feel around her abdomen, and there is definitely a foreign object in her small intestine.  Is it possible that she could have swallowed something?  Maybe one of your kids’ toys?”  

My kids’ toys…

“Yes, doctor.  Absolutely it’s possible.  Because my kids are f*cking a**holes and they leave their sh*t everywhere all over the house.  I’m thinking of sending my kids away to distant relatives in China, who need help in the rice paddies."

So, the vet then said, "This object is obstructing her digestive tract, and we need to go in for emergency surgery to remove it right now.”

See this scar on my baby’s belly?  

No? Okay, here's a close-up...

That’s where they cut her open to take out…  yup, you guessed it…  the 6-sided Pokemon die!  This is the 6-sided Pokemon die that drained my watch fund.  I don’t actually have a watch fund, but we’re saving up to do a home renovation - which is another nightmare - so I can’t buy watches willy-nilly anymore.  Not only can I not buy watches willy-nilly, I had to sell my SBGE257 to save my pup’s life!  See how noble I am?  Giving up my watch, for my beloved pet!  Nah, actually, I sold the SBGE257 to a buddy who needed a watch that nobody would recognize.  He’s in the world of private equity, but has to pretend to be a "man of the people” because he works with “salt of the earth” types…

...so he can’t be seen walking around with a Rolex on his wrist.  Now, if somebody does somehow notice the watch on his wrist, he can simply say, “Oh, yeah, it’s a Seiko,” and the other person will think that he’s got a nice-looking $20 watch on his wrist.  Not quite as noble as a life-saving gesture, but still noble, yeah?

Now, I don’t have any watches with 20mm lug width, and I got all these cool straps sitting around!  

You know what has 20mm lug width?  This…

But, again, I can’t buy any watches.  So… should I trade in some GS’es for the Speedmaster ’57?  

Or would you wait till March 2024, when hopefully the home renovation fund is full, and you can spend on watches again?  As we all know, me being a diehard Swiss watch fanboy, trading in a couple of lowly Japanese quartz watches for this Swiss masterpiece should be no big deal, right?  

So, there you have it.  Don’t have kids, unless you have rice paddies that need cultivating - that’s all they’re good for.  Otherwise, they suck.