Deathly Thoughts

I hadn't seen Bobbie all week. As you maybe have gathered from this blog, she is a frequent visitor while I am in the office. The fact that I hadn't seen her from last week really started to worry me today. I couldn't help but worry that she was dead. She doesn't have any family visiting her. How would I know that she had passed? It occupied my thoughts the entire time I was in the office. I didn't want to have to deal with a dead person in my building. I don't know who to call. I don't want to have to notify some distant relative. So perhaps you will understand how grateful I was when there was a knock on the door this afternoon and it turned out to be Bobbie to tell me that the mailman couldn't get the mail-boxes shut.
Daisy definitely has designated her favorite pooping region. It just happens to be right in front of Pat's patio. I feel bad. I imagine pat sitting in her apartment, watching Daisy poop day after day. I hope she doesn't take it as a personal insult.
Speaking of Pat. Not long after Bobbie came by, someone buzzed are apartment. I answered, and it was Pat with what sounded like another woman. Pat started by asking if my wife's name was Nancy. I explained that Nancy was one of the Majors next deoor. I learned that this lady had come to donate coats to the Salvation Army and confused the apartments with the Salvation Army itself. The ladies quickly forgot they had buzzed me, and I listened in a bit as I found out that Pat doesn't like the new Majors. In fact, she imformed this lady that the Majors weren't very friendly at all. I just thought this was interesting.
Anna's grandmother gets mad if she sees that our car is at the apartments when she is over at the Salvation Army. Naturally, we can't tell her that she is an evil old lady, which means that we try to make sure we aren't around the apartments when she is around. Today being Thursday means that she was over there for the dinner. We didn't manage to leave before she arrived, but we were sure gone before she was done. We used it as an excuse to run up to Greenwood and Qdoba Thursday (we missed our Qdoba Thursday friends).
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Normally, I would be watching the World Series. I can't this year. I'm too depressed.
People who read this blog: Person who searched "neck hurts when rainy"
This person is from North Carolina. This person is most assuredly female. A man would say "neck hurts when raining." This person is probably not on Death's doorstep. Though, she is probably now terrified that she is after learning the fate of the two people whose shoulders hurt when they move their neck. This lady is probably old because old people always seem to have weather related pains. It's probably an old war would, acquired in a knife fight with a former lover. This means that this person is a southern belle with a violent past. She was probably once Miss North Carolina and was probably disqualified for trying to murder her competitors. Her past career as a beauty queen also guarantees she has a tenuous grip on reality and likely thinks that the terrorists are from one of them places like that there Antarctica or something. Our violent former pageanteer likes to spend her time getting into bar brawls and doing her hair. Honestly, I'm shocked she had enough brain cells bumping together to allow her to even think to search the internet for answers to her neck pain.