I'm one day behind (migraine since Sunday afternoon with varying intensity), but tomorrow is clear for work and my butt pillow came in.

Okay, this isn't a real "here's your sign" story, but it has similar logic to those lol

Neighbors have been checking on us pretty much every day since the bull incident. A particular couple down the road has been stopping by especially and offering support.

The husband is sarcastic and funny and enjoys picking on my sister (she's gullible lol). The young son (age 5) is a hoot and prefers to hug my butt off thigh for whatever reason lol. The wife is sweet but... The things she says sometimes.


Me: *mentions I'm going to have to have my tonsils taken out*
Her: Oh, you really shouldn't have waited so late.
Me: ... What do you mean? Is it that big of a difference between 18 and 21?
Her: No, but you should have had them taken out around age 8 or so.
Me: But that would've been up to my parents.
Her: Yeah, but if you needed it done you could have asked.
(Everyone including her husband stares at her)

I have no idea what was going on in her head but nothing she said was with a menacing tone. She really thought it was helpful advice or something xD

I'm like... I need them out. They're constantly swollen (without pain except when I swallow too big of a bite or something) and hindering my eating and drinking occasionally. So, whether it's harder on me because of my age or not, it's gotta happen.

But yeah, we have a neighbor with a curious way of thinking. lol

(P.S. Her son's name is Cash, what do you guys think of a name like that? Nothing too mean please.)