Put The Lime In The Coconut

My former roommate went on a cruise last week, and we had the following conversation before he left:

Him: "You want anything from the Bahamas?"
Me: "Coconut monkey."

When I got to work tonight, this was sitting on my desk:



That fucking rules.

Fear Is The Heart Of Love

I apologize for my extended absence, but there was another death in the family - my Dad's sister passed away last week. She had been treated for cancer several years ago, and when I went to Pittsburgh for my grandmother's funeral back in January she told me that the cancer had returned and was attacking her liver. She told me she was going back into treatment, but I had a feeling it was bad. To be honest, I was always a little scared of her - she was the Aunt that had the huge house like a museum where I wasn't allowed to touch anything, I was only allowed to play in my Uncle's den, where I wasn't allowed to be a kid. After Grandma's funeral, we all went out to lunch and I probably had my first real, adult conversation with her. Nothing special, just small talk, but I got the feeling that she was seeing me as a grown man for the first time. As we walked back to our cars she held my hand and kissed me goodbye. We followed them through town across the bridge, then turned off to the turnpike. She was the last one alive in my Dad's family, and it was the last time I would ever see her.