Ghostly Encounter?

Sauerkraut Here!

After spending a few hours at the apartment I went to Mr. Coconut’s house and when I got there I was in the kitchen making myself a wonderful dinner (a ham and cheese hot pocket and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich). I remember making the worst looking sandwich ever but I was so exhausted I really didn’t give a rat’s ass. I joined Mr. Coconut in the bedroom and when I was sitting on the bed eating my sandwich I swear I heard the refrigerator door close. Thinking I was my usual drunkenly tired self, I ignored it. About a minute later Mr. Coconut says to me, “Did you hear that?” A little shocked I said, “You heard it too?” He replied, “Yeah. It sounded like the refrigerator door opened and then closed.” We sat there and looked at each other, a little confused and then we moved on.

This morning in the shower I realized something… My cousin visited me. It’s my belief that when people pass away they return to their loved ones to let them know they’re okay, but you have to be open to it. I know I wasn’t the most important person in his life, but perhaps he could sense my emotions and knew I would pass the message on. I believe he was there with me when I was making my crap-ass sandwich and he manifested enough energy to open and close the refrigerator door, it was his way of letting me know he was with me and that he’s okay.

Also in the shower, I finally came up with a nickname for my brother’s girlfriend… “The Neighbor Girl.” My brother is nine years older than me and I think sometimes he forgets that I’ve grown up a little and he can’t fool me as easily as he used to. So, for the longest time my brother would refer to his girlfriend as “The Neighbor Girl.” I played along, but I was well aware of what was really going on. It wasn’t until he called me to tell me that I was going to be an auntie (part 2) that “The Neighbor Girl” got a name. In fact, I remember saying, “Who’d you knock up Billy? “The Neighbor Girl?” So, from this point forward I will refer to my brother’s girlfriend and the mother of my nephews as “The Neighbor Girl.”

Finally, I am dressed as a fat bee and I do not do drugs.

That is all.

Sauerkraut