Why are the sympathy cards and the get well cards next to each other; isn’t that a little pessimistic? Perhaps the retirement cards could be in a different rack as well. We don’t need to think about death while shopping for a retirement card. We think about death without your help quite enough.
irmo:
I haven’t really gotten into the grove of posting on Tumblr just yet (I sort of expected it would all come to me naturally). The impulse I keep having though, is to comment on other people’s posts, which as far as I can tell is not an option. Hmmm….
I have comments on mine, but you can always reblog. (comments are an option on mine if you open up the tumblrlog…)
The 100 year old family owned company where my dad worked for 25 years closed today. I remember being a little kid and going there the few times pay day happened while my dad was on vacation, or one time when he got into an accident in his truck and had to take a few days off. “The old man” was still around then. Smoking cigars behind a huge old desk piled high with papers. He was nice I remember though I was likely scared of him. He probably gave me apples. It was a produce company. Started off as a horse-drawn cart piled high with vegetables. Imagine that.
There is a conductor who sometimes says “This is a WWWWWhiskey train to Astoria. Queens bound W as in whiskey train.” He won’t say that anymore. sniff.
It is gonna be fun:
A. Excuse to drink too much and dress like a slut in all black.
B. Excuse to drink too much and dress like a slut in all green.
GO!
