Super Bowl. We went to the Hunter's son's house to watch it. I have been really tired the last several days and really didn't want to go. But The Hunter made all this fish stuff and other things I don't care for but others love. He drank enough that he made two comments that just made me realize he is (still) kind of a scuzzy guy. Maybe all you men are like this, I don't know. BTW, I am not a prude, as you know if you've been reading me. Anyway, he was recounting-to his son's girlfriend's mom how he told the waitress at Hooters how to eat a raw oyster - I was not there. He picks it up and makes lapping motions. You get my drift. I mean, who does that? The second thing was when his son's girlfriend's mom mentioned having lost alot of weight and wanting to lose more, The Hunter said, that's ok, we'll just roll you in flour and look for the wet spot. Really? It makes me sick that he says these things aloud when others are present. I get that guys are visual. I get that guys will jump on anything that has boobs and a hole or two.
Guess it just hit me wrong. And then, the fact that we were at the house of the son that he's giving all our money to. And I was just at a wake and so I'm thinking about death and since The Hunter said that if he died before I did, his son would pay me back the $25,000.00 the The Hunter owes me and that the son is also s'posed to pay off my house which The Hunter has mortgaged. But what I was thinking about was, who would pay for a funeral? Would I have to ask his son to take care of all that? And then I got tiny tears in my eyes. ( Damn Emotions).
It's just stupid the way the thoughts in my mind swirl around. I have no control and I never know what topic will pop up in there for consideration.
I'll be fine tomorrow. I get to go to the dentist because the permanent crown I had put on is,...defective. WTF! I have to go through all that again? Plus he has to saw off the crown that's on there now?! So,...an hour in the chair for something I'd already taken care of. Then there's my daughter who had to borrow gas money from her SIL so they could go there for the Superbowl, plus their dryer just broke. Should I ask The Hunter's son if he'd help them out? See,...now I'm just being silly.