"He has to be all pickle and pimento loaf..." My husband says.
"What is that? What do you mean?"
"I hate pickle and pimento loaf."
I just found out there is no word for "urn" in Spanish. Ben's student called me for a decode. He wants to ship an urn from Tucson to Milwaukee. She was confused over "urn".
I think Ben and his sister have made up and are shipping the mother's ashes to be interred with their father's in Milwaukee, his hometown.
Mother, sister and, Ben, are all Scorpios. You can feel it happening. Healing.
I am glad they are making up. The mother died in his car. They fought in her home in the aftermath. She's not a bad person. It's the brother-in-law, he hates. She won't leave him. He's the one who did the bad thing. Sister thrown out with the bathwater. He'd hated the husband for 30 years and he snapped.
Why does he hate him? He mistreats his sister!
Surgery, in the South, y'all. It's in the waiting room. I read this doc and staff, pray before every procedure.
I read, they're fixing to turn the US over to the UN, next month.
What's freakish and astounding is it could actually be true.
Funny story - my husband was escorting his nieces to Frank Zappa concert, back in the day. He was in the army at the time.
They were walking towards the concert from the car, passing some dumpster. Some man in a boy scout uniform came up to them, trying to chat.
My husband pushed him, "Get the fuck out of here!" He said he looked like a weirdo. "Carry ass out of here, ya bastard!"
Then they went to the show and this guy walked out on stage...
It's like every time I log on here it is to say someone else is dead.
Someone else died.
My little grandbaby that lost her mother in November. Now her grandpa is gone.
Don't even ask me how, or why. You know. I just stare at the f-ing wall.
My sweet little sunny Sag has been through hell for a little kid her age. I can try all day but there is no way to fix this type of thing. Just love her. That is all that we can do.