{{tommyrot}} I am so sorry to hear of Senor Sock's passing. I enjoyed your posts about him so very much. He will be much missed around here.
Lorne ,'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
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{{{Tommy}}}
I am so sorry. Peace be with you and with Senor Sock.
Becky! Welcome Ms. Lurkernomore. My most favorite SIL is named Becky so you have points already.
Gah. My sister says her husband (the one who said I am nothing to him, a non person) needs to use our printer. I feel like telling him to go ask a person. We are trying to be a supportive family so that when sister realizes what a Big Damn Mistake she's made she knows we are there for her and she doesn't blame us. Mom says I should let them in and go take the dog for a walk. Anyway I just needed to vent. GAH!
Tell her, sorry, you only have a non-printer.
There's supportive, and there's enabling.
Tell her, sorry, you only have a non-printer.
Bwah!
eta: non-printer non-non-expost....
Can you go for a walk and take your printer with you? And in its place, leave a cardboard box labeled "Non-person's non-printer"?
ION, thank you all for the kitty support. I feel so upset that my sense of humor is gone. Mostly, anyway - after it was done and they took Senor's body away, I did turn to my friend and say, "I think I'll go back there and tell them I changed my mind."
Yeah, I suppose it wasn't very funny, but....
Can you go for a walk and take your printer with you? And in its place, leave a cardboard box labeled "Non-person's non-printer"?
LOL! I have to send you guys' quips to my Mom!
Actually, Tom, that is funny as hell. Dark humor can be a beautiful thing.
after it was done and they took Senor's body away, I did turn to my friend and say, "I think I'll go back there and tell them I changed my mind."
Yeah, I suppose it wasn't very funny, but....
tommy, that's effing hilarious.
I should tell you about the time I went to a very close friend's Catholic funeral (she died way too young). After, as a carful of us were headed to the cemetary for the burial, we couldn't help but make jokes about the transsubstantiation of the host, saying things like "Ding, your Jesus is ready," and, "It tastes like Jesus, Tastes just like Jesus."
You're fine compared to the special Hell I'll be going to.