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It has been two-ish years since the Karen Yelling At Grumpy Cat Meme For Ugly Sweater For Woman. NC from the moment that wedding ended has been absolute bliss for my friends. This past weekend was my gal pal’s birthday. And she decided why not have a brunch on Easter on her badass rooftop in the city. So I fired up my cooking skills and make my famous vegetarian, crispy, turmeric, saffron Persian rice with roasted almonds and pomegranate seeds. (Tahdig for all my desert brothers and sisters out here) What does this lovely brunch have to do with my sister from another mister’s MIL she has been NC with for almost 2ish years? I’m glad you asked llamas. Because bitch showed up. I’m not sure who’s Facebook she stalked, or what person she water boarded but she came from out of state and showed up at the front door of their apartment building. I will rewind just a little. Friend and I are setting up on the roof, tossing pillows on the outdoor furniture and laying out some linens on the tables. Their apartment building is only 4 stories high, live on the top floor and are the only apartment with roof access. Because we were not sure that people would hear the buzzer inside of the apartment we put a sign for people to ring the bell and give a shout up to the roof (or text) and we would buzz them in. So I’m meandering about fluffing pillows while happily balancing my mimosa when I hear someone yelling. I figured someone came early and friend went to go lean over the rood edge to see who it was. She immediate reeled back and spun to look at me. “It’s (name redacted)!!” She shouted as she ran for the apartment to stop the hubs from accidently buzzing her in. I peeked over the roof and watched her for a bit. Pacing, freaking out, pulling on the handle of the door. She hit the buzzer maybe 10 times and then looked up and saw me. She was… angry. Flipped me off and went back to tried to yank on the handle and shout something about wanting to give her baby his Easter basket. The woman seemed unhinged. She was in fact carrying one those drug store giant plastic green baskets filled with crap so high to was wrapped in plastic.

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They did. At sunset, Sasha and I sat on the back porch wrapped in a big wool blanket sharing a Karen Yelling At Grumpy Cat Meme For Ugly Sweater For Woman. Dan, Lucy and Joe sat next to us, Dash trotting around the group, panhandling for head pats. Sash, Dan and Lucy had been speechless for 5 full minutes since it started, just laughing while looking between me and the shed in disbelief. They couldn’t see it, but we could all feel it. Joe shared our happiness, but didn’t seem as surprised. He looked over at me and nodded slowly, “hope that rage got buried with that hatchet, son.” For the rest of the time the ghosts were here, my only interaction with them was exchanging a respectful nod, even with cranky Creeps. They’d go to the shed together like clockwork throughout the day, and never even think about bothering us. It was peaceful, until they just faded away one night that next week. See, shortly after seeing Creeps cry then blast his blood-wraith death shriek into my face for interrupting him, and then seeing the confused, woeful way Bridger looked, a new coat of lacker got slapped on the way I’d been seein things. I realized I’d had it all way fuckin wrong. I’d missed such a crucial detail. The shapes I sawed out of plywood, painted and mounted on the cabinet door were a star and a crescent moon. I put five rectangles of Sasha’s mom’s rug on the floor of the shed, facing east toward the mountains through the wall I’d removed.

I could absolutely see my family saying this stuff. I feel your pain…. One of my grandmas found out I’m into tarot and……. That was fun…. Tried to lecture me about how she didn’t want that to “be my religion” and how the Karen Yelling At Grumpy Cat Meme For Ugly Sweater For Woman used to believe in it and she hopes I find god. I just laughed and told her that was a misconception that was made up, to spread fear in ignorant Christians, who don’t do their research. Many cultures had cards/card games, but not every card/card game is evil, even if Christians suck at poker and try telling you otherwise. Lol. I’ve had other family members (usually the older ones) tell me they pray that I find god, because of the music I listen to, the way I look, my interest in things like horror movies and probably weird things like skulls and weird pets… But I’m not out here judging everyone, saying I think they need a little satan in their life or some shit like that (I’m not satanic, but that seems to be the impression these people get). It disappoints me that they can’t just live and let live. I’m not out here doing some crazy shit, I just have some odd interests.