Heads up - if you will be offended by my making fun of the "witness" crowd, please stop reading now. If you don't like my point of view, that's okay too and please stop reading now. And if you happen to be from Mill Valley, I apologize, and please, please friends stop reading now!
Tomorrow I will post some puppy and rainbow commentary about the goings on with Miss Macey so check back then if I haven't deeply offended you thus far and/or you have the willpower to avoid the paragraphs below.
For the rest of you, please enjoy.
What an amazing day yesterday was. To say it was therapeutic to be with my yoga mamas would be an understatement. It was downright healing and revitalizing. I may write about the thoughts and memories we shared another time, but for now I'm keeping it close at heart. As Lisette said in one of her last emails to me, we share a lifelong sisterhood that is irreplaceable. Yes, we do my sweet friend.
What I will write about is the humor I was able to glean from a day that was otherwise laden with sorrow. While we were on our big walk from Blackies Pasture to downtown Tiburon we witnessed road rage. Or rather, bike rage. Serious bike rage. One dude who appeared to have been sponsored by the looks of his uniform (or not.. another thing I probably shouldn't make fun of so I'll bite my tongue...) yelling at two dudes passing him "What the hell is up with you riding my ass? Next time I'll do a brake check without warning. I've done it before and I'll do it again." Cause I'm a crazy ass angry mo fo. Thankfully the two faster passing dudes with better sponsors just sped past shaking their heads. On a bike path. In Tiburon. On Mother's Day. Wow. Maybe I should call his sponsor and let them know he is NOT doing a good job representing their brand.
The other super funny thing that is probably totally inappropriate to make fun of not only made me giggle, but also kept me from falling to pieces at the memorial service. Thankfully during the service they did share some great memories of Lisette from childhood to motherhood, and her husband captured the essence of what we all knew. He said Lisette was special and by our outpouring of support and love in her final days, she finally knew it too. After that, however, some goofball from their congregation got up to say a few very insincere things and wanted to remind us that they had some tracts (pamphlets/handouts) in the back of the room on a table that we were welcome to, free of charge. Really, free? No shit? Come on, seriously? I wonder if they actually discussed this prior to the service. In the back room saying hey, let's see if we can get them to bite by offering the tracts free of charge? As if they would normally charge for them? As if anyone would ever pay! We all know those are what they hand out when they come to our doors to brain wash us and/or try to snatch our kids. But thanks for the super awesome material. Now anytime I want to make my girlfriends or husband laugh, I can throw out the hey, wanna grab some reading material? It's free of charge!
After the service, Parker had to hurry home to relieve the baby sitter who was charging us time and a half. She has a thing against dead people. No, just against working on holidays. Apparently there's a new babysitter's union we are unaware of. I kid! So Parker rushed home and I drove us girls to dinner in downtown Mill Valley. I didn't even look at the parking meter because it was Sunday. No decent, respectable town or city charges for parking on Sunday. Well, Mill Valley is neither decent, nor respectable and has now landed on my official list of towns that totally suck. No, I take that back. Mill Valley is dead to me. Hear this doucheville - I'll give you your twenty eight bucks then I'll never set foot in your overpriced limits again! Sell your 2 million dollar, 1,500 square foot house on stilts pile of original shit to someone else!
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