Tammy and the girls went to my parents’ graves (even though they’re “absent”) and I’m like WTF? After acknowledging how horrible they were? It’s like they can’t make up their minds about them.

The mailman came to the door and had me sign for a brown envelope. But just as I was about to sign for it, I realized that while the address was correct, the name wasn’t. Knowing the woman on the corner is Jackie, I thought she might be the Jacques H it was addressed to, and had the mailman see if she knew anything about it. She didn’t. So I then signed for the package and opened it to find a bunch of blue pills in blistered packets. I figured they were either sex or diet pills. Aly suggested I Google the name (duh, why didn’t I think of that?), and yup, Aurogra is for those who can’t get it up.

I caught Bob and Virginia on their way out and asked if they knew the person, but they didn’t. So then I looked in the directory and found a Margaret H on Cayes Cove, just across from our street, and ran them over. The woman that lives there, however, said no one named Jacques lived there.

So somebody out there won’t be getting it on tonight since I’m stuck with the tools to make that possible. Maybe it’s a good thing I couldn’t find their rightful owner as they may’ve been rather embarrassed, LOL. The only problem is that I don’t know if returning them is an option due to the way they were packaged and they can’t legally resell them anyway. I can tell that they came from overseas but not what country. The writing is probably Thai, Indian or Urdu. So… no hard-on for Mr. H. Sorry!

A different old lady got out of a large red car that could almost pass for a mini SUV at the house that sold. She had long gray hair in a ponytail. I later saw the short-haired lady fetching the mail. Wouldn’t it be nice if lesbians moved in there? We couldn’t get that lucky, though. I’m sure the less-than-quiet man of the house will appear soon enough.

Right after I was saying how dead and quiet it was here yesterday, moving trucks showed up for about 2.5 hours, along with Miss Shorthair’s car and a couple of other vehicles from which I saw a younger woman unloading some stuff. The fact that they could afford to have all that remodeling done for a week or two, and then move in two moving trucks, each about 15 to 20 feet long, tells me they have money. And a lot of shit.

Yesterday Tom and I went for a walk around the park and it was just gorgeous. The weather and temperature were perfect. Sure was a lot of noise coming from outside the park, though… barking dogs, basketballs bouncing, etc.

Fitbit tried to tell me my HR reached 171 during that walk. No way. It probably got up to around 140 but more than likely it was 130 because I was only walking. I never ran at all. Tom couldn’t keep up with me if I did, LOL.

We grabbed a pink filter for my Keurig on Amazon for the cups that it won’t accept. I also grabbed another miniature animal for my collection… an Australian Shepherd. My white poodle should arrive today. Sometime I’ll make a list of all the pieces that are in my collection. There are a few fairies, but most of them are animals.

On the agenda for today, besides my online work, will be blogging, taking another Dutch lesson, and doing dishes and laundry.

Last night I dreamed that someone put a large snake in my bed to try to scare me, but it didn’t work. Not afraid of snakes.

Then I dreamed that I was part of a chorus somewhere. Everyone appeared to be in high school but me. As we were all singing while standing on these little bleachers, one woman known to be a bit of a bitch but that wasn’t the music teacher, was gazing at us through a pair of binoculars from a distance, though I’m not sure if we were indoors or outdoors.

I later saw her pull aside a small boyish-looking girl with very short dark hair and poopy brown eyes. This girl was very shy and insecure and not well-liked it all. She was about 16 but looked 10. The woman accused her of not singing but simply moving her lips instead. “You don’t even know the words, do you?” she asked the girl who shyly looked downward with a guilty expression. The woman demanded that she sing. When the girl remained quiet she said, “Why join a chorus if you’re just going to lip-sync?”

The girl then walked away and I overheard a woman tell the bitchy one that she probably didn’t have the voice to sing with or the mentality to learn and memorize the lyrics.