- sup buttholes - 15 miles on sweaty bike done - yard crew sexin up the lawn - take the boy to get school schedule & football gear - brewery lunch - pack for sh*ttsburgh - take my posse out to dinner - doin it, as well - later gaywads
My new power supply was in Kansas City, KS yesterday morning at 7, went to Des Moines, IA yesterday afternoon, and is back in Kansas City, KS this afternoon... a 29 hour loop. It's supposed to be delivered today, but it's already missed getting on a delivery truck.
(Apologies if this is weird or morbid, I deal with trauma via dark humor)
I was able to pick up my FIL cremains last week. I don't know what I was expecting since we didn't pay for a fancy box or anything. Maybe just a plain plastic canister with a screw top or something.
What I got was a very nice plastic box inside of a carrying bag. I sent a pic to my wife and told her Bob got upgraded to business class for his flight home! I don't know why but I busted out laughing when I saw the set up. He's in plastic bag, inside a plastic box, inside of a dust bag (like an expensive purse), and all of that is placed inside of a think wool tote bag.
I also saw a letter from law firm that had notified him of a default judgement against him for an unpaid credit card. The letter was from late last year and he just ignored it. I called them up to say sorry he won't be paying you back and to see if the needed a copy of the death cert. The guy I spoke to was very kind and said no that wouldn't be necessary. He then said:
"Thanks for calling and letting us know. Most people just never responded to our letters"
Well yeah my guy. They aren't responding because they're dead.
In college, I rented a townhome. I think our landlord only owned one out of all of the units. Anyways, I had been working with this lady, and she was never good at responding. I had messaged her for like three weeks straight for an issue, and finally I called the owner and was like I don't know what's going on, but Sharon will not answer my phone calls or text messages.