You thought I was out partying eh! Nah. I haven’t attended a fete in ages and I don’t miss it. Fireworks are going off sporadically. It’s just after 11:00 pm.
The Hip Hop Nutcracker was blah. My expectations might have been too high. I won’t be watching it again. Going forward, I will be measuring the life in my years per calendar quarter. Doing things in weekly, monthly or quarterly intervals works best for me.
Lately, I’ve been wondering where my dad will have his funeral service – been meaning to ask but I feel that’s an in-person conversation yes? I don’t know nothin’ ’bout where non-church people go for funerals.
It would be nice if you could have your funeral anywhere you want! At your favourite restaurant, pub or dance hall. In a frequently frequented theatre perhaps or even at home. Maybe dad will donate his body to science – like the forensic body farm.
For my rebirth, I’d like to be exhumed like Bates’ mama and lay in my bed mamamified for all eternity – technically she was never buried. Or I’d like to be excremated (now the official opposite). Don’t shake your head! There’s nothing that can’t be undone. We just don’t have the technology for it yet.
Why do we say remarried instead of undivorced? If you are reunionizing with the same person and hoping for the best even though neither of you has changed, good luck! They say the third time is the best and you don’t need luck only charm.