Oh well

My friend Sue came home one day last January and found her husband, Wayne, lying dead on the garage floor. She has had a hard year.

No. Wait. She had a hard several months. Last couple of months she's been online, looking for a man. Found one. Went to California to see him. Came back and said he was absolutely boring. All he wants to do is sit around the house.

Now, apparently, she has found one who lives in Oregon. Closer is better. Right? They meet in Baker City, OR. Half way for both, I guess.

She likes him. I guess he likes her. Don't know how many times they have met. I should see her tomorrow and will get all updated.

My response?

Flabbergasted. Kind of grossed out. It's just not me. Obviously it is Sue.

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By the way, on a different subject and one not at all related to Sue's, my friend Audrey told me today she has never eaten Campbell's tomato soup. Not ever in her life of, I'd say, 40+ years.

No recrimination here. It's just that I find that remarkable. That's why I have remarked about it.