So I have a friend in the funeral industry. It’s been cool in that curious fascinating way that we discuss the forbidden… And he’s an awesome guy in general to know! I consider him a friend and we talk about far more than his work now..
That said an associate at my work recently and quite suddenly passed. As is usual, a funeral and memorial notice was posted. As a store we usually rally together in times of need like this… I noticed, however, that the mortuary was the one my good friend works at. I know it was in poor taste but I inquired as whether he was aware of the deceased. I then got a bit too much info, as one would I guess. So now I know all who’s doing what and when and I am dying inside! I feel shitty for asking and shittier for knowing!
That said I know her well and I believe she’d find this awkwardness amusing.
May she rest in peace.
I have to remember the good things in my life…
Me: “I am going to have a glass of wine to compliment the food.”
Him: “I have a bottle of wine at home to compliment TV.”
So in addition to banging on my window… I also received a love letter. These kids are ass holes lol.
This should be interesting.
One of my favorite out-of-towners is coming out to San Diego! And staying *dramatic pause* here. We get along well, but it is gonna seem crowded with two cats and two grown men for a day or two…
I am starting to like it here…
However, It wasn’t. Gross.
Remind me someday to tell the whole story.
Always exciting here at the complex.. Today I had my neighbor rushing in and out most of the day with curlers on her head. It was comical, but I gotta say when she left the house for the evening, girlfriend looked pretty fierce. Flawless makeup, great gown, and sexy heels! Her tiny son was adorable in his wee little suit. A night on the town, I wondered aloud. My friend informed it was more likely a wedding reception or Quinceañera.
In the two blocks surrounding me there are two reception-ish halls, one traditional and the other… well it’s part of our quaint downtown adjacent to many restaurants. Also there are for sure 3 churches (one of who’s bells toll very near) if not more. I had no prior knowledge of all this in my ‘hood were at least one neighbor seems like a drug dealer (what with all the short time visitors, 5 minutes per sale I figure..). I have to admit, its like 10 times more charming to me now. Not only Mexican food (namely rolled chicken tacos and Horchata for ME..) on every corner. No. Now there is glamour, romance, and odd women in curlers rushing about everywhere!
Now where is my brunette lil’ Honey Boo Boo?!?
Look! I put a backlight with things I had laying about the house!!