Backstory: My FIL used to LOVE going to Mohawk Casino which is a town over from where Andy and I live. He used to stop in on his way and ask if we wanted to go and "visit the Chief" with him. I don't like casino's so i never went, but Andy sometimes went and if either of them won anything they shared the pot and Andy would come home and share with me and Mac would go home and share with SIL (not MIL, she doesn't like the casino for religious reasons)
So, I got home yesterday from the cottage with Lila, Andy was at a Stag and we discussed our weekends, unpacked then i went to have a shower. he came upstairs shortly afterwards.
Andy: so i guess my dad is doing okay
Sam: what do you mean? (confused)
Andy: he's doing alright, my sister had a run-in with him today
Sam: what? (thinking oh, christ on a pogo, SIL's taken up visiting psychics. MIL's gonna lose it)
Andy: yeah, she ran into him out at Mohawk
SHE WON $25,000 DOLLARS. TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!!!
Re: Super amazing story
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
That's awesome! Your FIL totally pulled some strings!
I would have been confused also what won money had anything to do with a father's recent passing . . .
but 25 Gs is fan-freaking-tastic!
That's amazing, Sam! I love reading about "signs" like that.
My BFF went on a trip to Mexico 4 months before she died. 2 weeks after she died, I got a post card in the mail from her, with a serene beach on the front. The message said "It's beautiful, wish you were here enjoying it with me! Love, Chelsea" The post mark was smudged and you couldn't see the date it was sent or from where it was sent. It could have been lost in the mail, or someone found it and sent it to me, but it was comforting to receive, especially at the time.
"Once I got a bath bomb that, once exploded, filled the tub with confetti. Little sharp metallic pieces of confetti. The product description said nothing about confetti. Oh look, there's a tiny, sharp metallic blue star stabbing me in the labia. HOW RELAXING. " - NoisyPenguin
Wow Sam, that is a lot of loot. I guess he was hanging out with the chief and decided to push some luck her way.
Another weird story: When my brother died, we had 2 services. One was more suited to my brother's personality and probably what he would have wanted, spiritual but not religious. The other was of my Step monster's design, and was at a church, and more religious.
It was a hot day without any wind and no air conditioning and whenever the minister started to say more religious things a door would slam shut (happened 3 times). At one point his sleeve almost caught fire from one of the candles. I knew that my brother was having fun with it all.
Sam that's amazing.
Coley, I hope you have a good sense of humor about tragedy like many around here because all I thought was "Your friend wants you to die. SHES INSIDE THE HOUSE"
EAB, I love how you call your step mother "step monster". It totally reminds me of St. Elmo's fire.
Oh, Winged, I can have a good laugh at stuff like that and often shout or curse her name when something that shouldn't have happened in real life occurs, because I like to think she's having a good laugh at me. For example, once when I was a live in nanny, I was having a discussion with the mother about how when the children are in her care, they run rampant and it's hard to reign them back in when it's my turn for duty. During this discussion, which lasted about 5 minutes, I began to smell blueberry lotion. We both walked into the living room to find the 3 and 4 year old girls, naked, slip and sliding down the foyer which was covered with sparkly, blueberry scented lotion.
"Once I got a bath bomb that, once exploded, filled the tub with confetti. Little sharp metallic pieces of confetti. The product description said nothing about confetti. Oh look, there's a tiny, sharp metallic blue star stabbing me in the labia. HOW RELAXING. " - NoisyPenguin