You’re My Greeter

Asianpixie and I had a very deep conversation last night brought on by the stress of wedding planning. I’ve come to the conclusion that if anything ever happened to me, she would be OK...eventually. Of course she’d be sad, but eventually she’d get her game back on and gum the hell out of those old ladies*.

I on the other hand, would be incapable of life living. I have no idea where the check book is, what credit cards we have, where any of the important papers are kept. That is not exactly true. I know where they are kept. They are in a safe with a lock....to which I don’t have a key.

She is the Greeter. And I am the lost shopper in an endless sea of special sale items.




* If I died old (meaning she is old too). If not, then someone should talk to her about touching old ladies.