Annie paid me back the money she owed right on time, with a minumum of fuss. I really appreciate that. Just an envelope full of cash, which I'm setting aside for Christmas presents. So, Christmas is paid for, which is a good feeling.
Since it was Pauline's birthday, I picked her up a present on the way, along with the traditional inappropriate birthday card. For years now, we've always tried to give each other cards that have nothing to do with birthday--things like "Happy Bar Mitzvah," "Happy St. Patrick's Day," etc.
This time, I picked up a card that said "Chemo sucks" on it. Pauline thought it probably topped all the other inappropriate cards we've ever gotten. She's probably right, too.
As I forced the kids to sign the card, against their better wishes, Corb said, "Don't you think this card is really especially horrible, considering her sister has cancer?"
"What?" I asked, shocked. "She doesn't really."
"Oh yes," said Ashes. "Her sister is heavily pregnant with cancer."
"Oh Jesus, I'm going to have to buy a new card," I said. "Are you really sure?"
Both Corb and Ashes nodded their heads.
To be sure, I called our friend Buns, who was holding the party. "Is Pauline's sister heavily pregnant with cancer?" I asked.
Of course, she wasn't. Corb and Ashes were just trying to freak me out. But you can never be too sure about these things.