Today is my birthday-I'm 49. SHIT. Kiss My ASS. How did that happen? I dunno.
Anyway, I'm on what may be the creepiest mailing list ever-the list of people who have dead loved ones that R****haven has buried somewhere. Periodically they send me notices for general memorial services in case I just want to go sit around with other people who have dead loved ones they (R-haven) has planted.
In today's flyer was an order form for holiday wreaths. I cracked up. John didn't like holiday decorations in his house or later his rooms, I doubt he'd want a red wreath dangling from his tombstone. For one thing-it isn't allowed in the military cemetery....if I snuck one in-well, I won't. CREEPY HOLIDAY MARKETING-KISS MY ASS. I can't believe business is so slow they'd have to drum up business from former customers. Ewwwww. Ewwwww! KMA.