So I have a memorial reception to cater tomorrow afternoon. This is for the lady who lost her son a week ago. No clue why the burial and memorial were scheduled so far out, but it’s not my place to ask. She’s a nice lady. Even though she totally changed her menu last night. Yup, last night. I couldn’t tell her no. She’s got so many other things to worry about, it’s the least I can do, right? So anyway, I was speaking with her today and we were talking about the setup and such and she mentioned that her son was only 38. And as I commiserated with her and expressed my condolences to her over the loss of her son, in the back of my mind all I could wonder was if he would have any single male friends there paying their respects.
I’m going to hell ……… probably in one of my own wicker baskets ……….