TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part9of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: Reggie has some sad news for Millie, we see what life is like for our favourite reapers five years in the future.
AUTHORS NOTES: please read the first 8 parts if you hope to understand wtf is going on! This one is just a basic overview of what's going on five years in the future, the next ones are going to have more plot and less detail! Incl a new unwanted housemate (no it's not the intro of Colt that's not till the next time jump eevil me), and a very Oedipus (I spelled that right the first time haha!!) Rex type encounter between Prof. Lass and Millie, no it's not going to be as fucked up as Oedipus I promise, it just may mean Georgie needing to find a way to vent her fustration =8-D
I was just leaving the washroom, taking my hair out of a towel when the phone started to ring. It scared the living shit out of me, because our phone doesn't ring very often. I went into the living room, and picked up the phone.
"Millie?" I heard the voice on the other end say. I knew it was Reggie but I could tell that there was something wrong.
"Reggie?" I asked. "What's going on?"
"Can you please meet me at the park?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes," I said.
"Thank you so much, you're the best." Then she hung up the phone.
I was a little worried, I had never heard Reggie sound so upset about anything. I toweled my hair a little more, before throwing my towels and PJ's into the laundry hamper. Which was, of course overflowing. You would think with two other people living here I wouldn't have to be Suzy homemaker doing all the laundry and most of the cleaning.
I had given up on Daisy doing housework long before we moved in with Mason. I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, but whenever she tried to clean she just ended up making matters worse. I'm pretty sure she meant well, but somehow something always went wrong when she tried to be nice and clean up. From the washing machine shredding sheets, to jamming the vacuum blowing the motor, to dropping insane amounts of dishes loading the dishwasher. The girl simply cold not clean.
Then we get to Mason, dear Mason. The guy might be great at remembering dates, whispering sweet nothings when a girl needs to hear them the most, to having the best timed surprises, but when it came to cleanliness he was lacking it entirely. Mason is the biggest slob I've ever known, and I thought I was bad when I was at home! There was something unsettling about waking up to find your lover's dirty underwear under your foot.
At that moment, however, I had better things to worry about then the laundry pile climbing up the wall. My sister needed me, although for the last couple of years I didn't see her so much as my sister, but more like my best friend. I was glad to have her in my life as a friend because I don't think we could have been nearly as happy as sisters. I walked over to the park.
She was sitting on the bench when I got there, and I knew then that something was terribly wrong. I walked over and sat next to her. Before I knew what was happening, she had hugged me and she started to cry. I didn't want to ask her what was wrong, but I knew that it was something big. After a few minutes of crying, she finally stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"My parents are getting a divorce," she told me, getting right to the point.
I had no idea what to say, my heart broke when I heard her say that. So what that I had a new life now, they were still my parents, and I couldn't even really react, as I had never even met them according to Reggie.
"I'm so sorry, how are you taking it?" I whispered.
"Shitty! I remembered when I was a kid thinking about how lucky kids who's parent's had split up were. They got two rooms, more toys, and if they got pissed off at one parent, they could go to the other's and cool down. But as you get older you start seeing your parents as these pillars guide you through hard times, and it's their being together that is going to shape you into a loving, caring adult! I thought by sixteen I'd be safe from my parent's divorcing!"
"People fall in and out of love all the time. Sometimes it takes a while for them to admit their feelings or lack thereof, but they have their reasons for it, and you cannot know what's going on in their minds. I know this really hard for you, but as that lame saying says, every end is really a new beginning."
"I understand that but, why now?"
"Who knows. When I lost my family I thought that I would never be able to live again, but I had to, I didn't have a choice. I had to pull myself out of what I was feeling and get on with it. These are hardly the same situations, but it's all I have to go on. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I would have been better off if I hadn't lost my family, but then I look at the things I do have, and I feel a little better. What you're feeling is not going to heal over night, but one day you're going to learn that in some way you are a better person because of it."
She nodded. "I know you're right, but it hurts so much."
"Reggie, you can't tell me that this really came out of left field."
"I know, Millie, I know that my parents have had their problems, but I thought that they could work through them."
"Some problems are just too big. Some things that people do cannot be undone, and all the love in the world will not make up for whatever hurt the other has caused through their actions."
"You know those philosophy classes you're taking are starting to pay off." She laughed.
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Well it made you feel a little better didn't it?"
"Yeah, a little, thank you. I knew I could talk to you and you could make it seem a little better."
I smiled. "So how's school going this semester?"
"Pretty good, I'm averaging a seventy, which I'm very proud of because it's my harder semester!"
"That's great, you know that I'm a phone call away if you need study help."
She nodded. "I'm sure you're kicking ass in all of your classes again this semester."
I laughed. "Something like that."
"Is it going to be strange taking his class if I tell you all kinds of details about the divorce?"
"Probably not."
She didn't need to know that it was already infinitely strange taking the class. The professor was my father after all, and I do mean was because I've pretty much accepted that my life before I was reaper is different from the life I have now. I never would have thought that I would ever be living in a nice house with the man I loved, and one of my best friends. I never thought that I'd go back to school, and do well. I really started to think that dying had made me more alive, although Rube and I still had our differences because of that being my outlook on afterlife.
Reggie and I talked a little bit more about school, before we both realized that we had a lot of homework to do, and should probably get to it. I walked toward my house, but as soon as she was out of sight, I began to walk to a bus stop. The math on the one car, three drivers thing was really beginning to not add up. I got to the site of where R. Black was supposed to die in ten minutes, and started looking around for risk factors. Sometimes I wished that I worked with natural deaths, as I'd know who was going to die, it would make life so much easier.
I stood there for a few minutes and couldn't really find any huge risk factors. Street corners were the worst to show up early at because they moved to fast. I looked my watch, and it was about a minute till R. Black's appointment. Just then a garbage truck passed by me, followed by a bike that was being chased by a graveling. R. Black was going to have an interesting bike ride that day. I stepped out as if to J-walk, and just touched the guy on the bike's shoulder, taking his soul. Then I shook my head and went back onto the sidewalk, to watch the craziness unfurl.
The graveling was now in front of the bike, and then it ran off. I swear it laughed, and went up on a rooftop to watch his handy-work. This would probably be good if the graveling was watching. I've noticed they only sit and watch really strange accidents they cause, if it's going to be boring they run off to axe the next shmoe on their list.
Just as then the bike hit a huge rock in the road, sending poor R. Black flying into the air, landing in the garbage truck. He looked phased, and then began to laugh. Sadly for R. Black the laughter was short-lived as at that moment the garbage man had decided to compact the trash, crushing him to death. Never laugh at death or it'll fuck you up the ass, and chances are you won't like it.
He was then standing next to me, still laughing his ass off. He had the world's most annoying laugh fuck! He sounded like, I don't know what it was in pain, and needed to be put of it's misery.
"Shut up, you're dead, there's nothing to laugh at," I growled at him.
That shut him up. "Dead?"
"Yup."
"Who are you?"
"Grim reaper."
"No cloak and sickle?"
I sighed. "It's getting dry cleaned. For fuck's sake this is real life not some fucking movie! One guy goes to work on Halloween, in an original costume and the rest of us are punished for eternity."
The guy pissed me off all right? I don't know what it was about him, but he rubbed me the wrong way.
"So what now?" he asked.
"Well most people just see lights, and they're done with it."
"Don't I get a last request?"
"Depends what."
"Can I fuck you? You're hot!"
That might be why I hated him, I had a sixth sense when it came to pervs. "I don't think my body builder husband would like that too much." I lied.
He nodded. "Then can I fuck the cute blonde over there?"
"I'm the only one who can see you, dumbass."
"Oh, well, can I fuck wherever I'm going?"
"I'm a grim reaper I don't know what the hell awaits you any more then you do."
"Shit."
"The only way to find out is to move on."
Just then a group of scantily super-model types appeared before, and they all seemed to calling for him. He went toward them. I hoped he was going to hell, and he'd learn that they're all drag queens. The death thing was still funny though. On second thought I don't want to be in another division, you get to see way to many crazy deaths when you're dealing with accidents. In any division I'm sure you'd get stuck with dirty old men.
Again with the reaper sixth senses, I walked a few more blocks, and Daisy drove by. She stopped, and I got into the car.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Why do the guys that die the strangest ways always end up being the biggest fucking pervs?" I responded.
"Yeah, I know. Yuck! Says a lot for your little lover boy."
"He's just not your type."
"So what made you say that anyway?"
"So buddy flies off his bike, lands in the back of garbage dump, starts laughing, trash compacts, you know the rest. So anyhow a few minutes later he asks if he can fuck me."
"Sick puppy!"
"Then he fucking sees a harem of hot girls he'd never have a chance with begging for him to come over."
"I bet they all end up being drag queens!" She laughed.
"That's what I was hoping too!"
We both started giggling and went home. As soon as I got there, the laundry growing up the wall began to bug me, so I took everything and sorted into baskets, and started throwing loads in. The one thing Daisy is really good at is folding laundry, so we often sit down in her room folding laundry and talking. Although she refuses to touch Mason's underwear. I always tell her that they're clean but she doesn't care, she will not touch them. Sometimes she'll fold all the laundry when I'm out, and she'll leave them in baskets by themselves, or in the dryer.
After the laundry was done, I decided to go upstairs and lay down. I was beginning to get a headache. I was pretty sure that it was from trying to act like I had not gotten the worst news of my life that day. I devastated me that my parents were breaking up. I knew why, and I began to worry if it took my mother so long to find out that my dad was cheating on me, that maybe it ran in the family. I didn't think that Mason was cheating on me, but what if? Almost on cue, he walked into the room, and jumped onto the bed. I growled at him.
"You know what I like!" he exclaimed, pinning me to the mattress.
"That's not why I growled at you," I told him.
"What's wrong Georgie?"
I shrugged. "It's nothing."
"You know you can trust me. I haven't told anyone any of your little secrets."
I began to cry. "Reggie told me my parents are getting a divorce."
"It's about damn time, how long has he been cheating on her?"
"Too long."
"That's not what's bugging you is it?" I shrugged. "Oh, Georgie, you know you give me more then what I need. I'd be exhausted if I was cheating on you."
I smiled. "You can't be serious."
"I'm serious, you're the only person I know that can wear me out! I would not have the energy to cheat. You'd know that I was cheating on you cause you'd start finding Viagra around here!"
I laughed at him. "Maybe you're just getting old."
"I'll show you what this old man can do!"
He started kissing me, but it didn't last long because all of a sudden we heard Daisy call. I can always tell when Daisy has done something major, because of the way her voice goes. It gets all high pitched, and she actually calls me George to get my attention. I grumbled, and we both went downstairs. Upon getting to the basement, we saw the laundry room, and there was water on the floor.
The Daisy curse had hit again, this time the washing machine and decided to backup and overflow. I shook my head, and Daisy simply stood there shaking her head. Mason was laughing hysterically.
"Every time I try to do something nice for you Georgia!" Daisy pouted.
"It's the thought that counts?" I asked, beginning to crack a smile.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about fixing washing machines would you Mason?"
He shook his head. "I had better things to do with my hands then to fix washing machines."
"So who do we call, a plumber or a mister fix-it?" Mason and I both shrugged. "I hope he's cute! I can't get it for free if he's not cute." I rolled my eyes. So this was my afterlife. It seemed like a mix of the three stooges and the odd couple sometimes. So dying wasn't the end of the world for me, and I probably wouldn't have made much of myself if I wasn't undead. Sometimes things work out in an odd way, and I hoped that the same would be true for my parents, and for Reggie. Then I felt Mason's hand on my ass.
"I think we were busy before," he whispered in my ear.
"Well you call around and see if you can find someone to fix this, it was the last load, there can't be too much in there that we need right away," I told Daisy.
She nodded. "If the door's closed, don't open it." I knew that the comment went either way, and Mason and I went upstairs to our room.
End
End notes: feedback please my loyal Pavlov's dogs hehe…. Hope everyone's Halloween ended up as fun as mine tehehe… I already wrote what was coming up… hugz and kissez!!! Trista aka the dustytiger
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: Reggie has some sad news for Millie, we see what life is like for our favourite reapers five years in the future.
AUTHORS NOTES: please read the first 8 parts if you hope to understand wtf is going on! This one is just a basic overview of what's going on five years in the future, the next ones are going to have more plot and less detail! Incl a new unwanted housemate (no it's not the intro of Colt that's not till the next time jump eevil me), and a very Oedipus (I spelled that right the first time haha!!) Rex type encounter between Prof. Lass and Millie, no it's not going to be as fucked up as Oedipus I promise, it just may mean Georgie needing to find a way to vent her fustration =8-D
I was just leaving the washroom, taking my hair out of a towel when the phone started to ring. It scared the living shit out of me, because our phone doesn't ring very often. I went into the living room, and picked up the phone.
"Millie?" I heard the voice on the other end say. I knew it was Reggie but I could tell that there was something wrong.
"Reggie?" I asked. "What's going on?"
"Can you please meet me at the park?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes," I said.
"Thank you so much, you're the best." Then she hung up the phone.
I was a little worried, I had never heard Reggie sound so upset about anything. I toweled my hair a little more, before throwing my towels and PJ's into the laundry hamper. Which was, of course overflowing. You would think with two other people living here I wouldn't have to be Suzy homemaker doing all the laundry and most of the cleaning.
I had given up on Daisy doing housework long before we moved in with Mason. I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, but whenever she tried to clean she just ended up making matters worse. I'm pretty sure she meant well, but somehow something always went wrong when she tried to be nice and clean up. From the washing machine shredding sheets, to jamming the vacuum blowing the motor, to dropping insane amounts of dishes loading the dishwasher. The girl simply cold not clean.
Then we get to Mason, dear Mason. The guy might be great at remembering dates, whispering sweet nothings when a girl needs to hear them the most, to having the best timed surprises, but when it came to cleanliness he was lacking it entirely. Mason is the biggest slob I've ever known, and I thought I was bad when I was at home! There was something unsettling about waking up to find your lover's dirty underwear under your foot.
At that moment, however, I had better things to worry about then the laundry pile climbing up the wall. My sister needed me, although for the last couple of years I didn't see her so much as my sister, but more like my best friend. I was glad to have her in my life as a friend because I don't think we could have been nearly as happy as sisters. I walked over to the park.
She was sitting on the bench when I got there, and I knew then that something was terribly wrong. I walked over and sat next to her. Before I knew what was happening, she had hugged me and she started to cry. I didn't want to ask her what was wrong, but I knew that it was something big. After a few minutes of crying, she finally stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"My parents are getting a divorce," she told me, getting right to the point.
I had no idea what to say, my heart broke when I heard her say that. So what that I had a new life now, they were still my parents, and I couldn't even really react, as I had never even met them according to Reggie.
"I'm so sorry, how are you taking it?" I whispered.
"Shitty! I remembered when I was a kid thinking about how lucky kids who's parent's had split up were. They got two rooms, more toys, and if they got pissed off at one parent, they could go to the other's and cool down. But as you get older you start seeing your parents as these pillars guide you through hard times, and it's their being together that is going to shape you into a loving, caring adult! I thought by sixteen I'd be safe from my parent's divorcing!"
"People fall in and out of love all the time. Sometimes it takes a while for them to admit their feelings or lack thereof, but they have their reasons for it, and you cannot know what's going on in their minds. I know this really hard for you, but as that lame saying says, every end is really a new beginning."
"I understand that but, why now?"
"Who knows. When I lost my family I thought that I would never be able to live again, but I had to, I didn't have a choice. I had to pull myself out of what I was feeling and get on with it. These are hardly the same situations, but it's all I have to go on. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I would have been better off if I hadn't lost my family, but then I look at the things I do have, and I feel a little better. What you're feeling is not going to heal over night, but one day you're going to learn that in some way you are a better person because of it."
She nodded. "I know you're right, but it hurts so much."
"Reggie, you can't tell me that this really came out of left field."
"I know, Millie, I know that my parents have had their problems, but I thought that they could work through them."
"Some problems are just too big. Some things that people do cannot be undone, and all the love in the world will not make up for whatever hurt the other has caused through their actions."
"You know those philosophy classes you're taking are starting to pay off." She laughed.
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Well it made you feel a little better didn't it?"
"Yeah, a little, thank you. I knew I could talk to you and you could make it seem a little better."
I smiled. "So how's school going this semester?"
"Pretty good, I'm averaging a seventy, which I'm very proud of because it's my harder semester!"
"That's great, you know that I'm a phone call away if you need study help."
She nodded. "I'm sure you're kicking ass in all of your classes again this semester."
I laughed. "Something like that."
"Is it going to be strange taking his class if I tell you all kinds of details about the divorce?"
"Probably not."
She didn't need to know that it was already infinitely strange taking the class. The professor was my father after all, and I do mean was because I've pretty much accepted that my life before I was reaper is different from the life I have now. I never would have thought that I would ever be living in a nice house with the man I loved, and one of my best friends. I never thought that I'd go back to school, and do well. I really started to think that dying had made me more alive, although Rube and I still had our differences because of that being my outlook on afterlife.
Reggie and I talked a little bit more about school, before we both realized that we had a lot of homework to do, and should probably get to it. I walked toward my house, but as soon as she was out of sight, I began to walk to a bus stop. The math on the one car, three drivers thing was really beginning to not add up. I got to the site of where R. Black was supposed to die in ten minutes, and started looking around for risk factors. Sometimes I wished that I worked with natural deaths, as I'd know who was going to die, it would make life so much easier.
I stood there for a few minutes and couldn't really find any huge risk factors. Street corners were the worst to show up early at because they moved to fast. I looked my watch, and it was about a minute till R. Black's appointment. Just then a garbage truck passed by me, followed by a bike that was being chased by a graveling. R. Black was going to have an interesting bike ride that day. I stepped out as if to J-walk, and just touched the guy on the bike's shoulder, taking his soul. Then I shook my head and went back onto the sidewalk, to watch the craziness unfurl.
The graveling was now in front of the bike, and then it ran off. I swear it laughed, and went up on a rooftop to watch his handy-work. This would probably be good if the graveling was watching. I've noticed they only sit and watch really strange accidents they cause, if it's going to be boring they run off to axe the next shmoe on their list.
Just as then the bike hit a huge rock in the road, sending poor R. Black flying into the air, landing in the garbage truck. He looked phased, and then began to laugh. Sadly for R. Black the laughter was short-lived as at that moment the garbage man had decided to compact the trash, crushing him to death. Never laugh at death or it'll fuck you up the ass, and chances are you won't like it.
He was then standing next to me, still laughing his ass off. He had the world's most annoying laugh fuck! He sounded like, I don't know what it was in pain, and needed to be put of it's misery.
"Shut up, you're dead, there's nothing to laugh at," I growled at him.
That shut him up. "Dead?"
"Yup."
"Who are you?"
"Grim reaper."
"No cloak and sickle?"
I sighed. "It's getting dry cleaned. For fuck's sake this is real life not some fucking movie! One guy goes to work on Halloween, in an original costume and the rest of us are punished for eternity."
The guy pissed me off all right? I don't know what it was about him, but he rubbed me the wrong way.
"So what now?" he asked.
"Well most people just see lights, and they're done with it."
"Don't I get a last request?"
"Depends what."
"Can I fuck you? You're hot!"
That might be why I hated him, I had a sixth sense when it came to pervs. "I don't think my body builder husband would like that too much." I lied.
He nodded. "Then can I fuck the cute blonde over there?"
"I'm the only one who can see you, dumbass."
"Oh, well, can I fuck wherever I'm going?"
"I'm a grim reaper I don't know what the hell awaits you any more then you do."
"Shit."
"The only way to find out is to move on."
Just then a group of scantily super-model types appeared before, and they all seemed to calling for him. He went toward them. I hoped he was going to hell, and he'd learn that they're all drag queens. The death thing was still funny though. On second thought I don't want to be in another division, you get to see way to many crazy deaths when you're dealing with accidents. In any division I'm sure you'd get stuck with dirty old men.
Again with the reaper sixth senses, I walked a few more blocks, and Daisy drove by. She stopped, and I got into the car.
"How was your day?" she asked.
"Why do the guys that die the strangest ways always end up being the biggest fucking pervs?" I responded.
"Yeah, I know. Yuck! Says a lot for your little lover boy."
"He's just not your type."
"So what made you say that anyway?"
"So buddy flies off his bike, lands in the back of garbage dump, starts laughing, trash compacts, you know the rest. So anyhow a few minutes later he asks if he can fuck me."
"Sick puppy!"
"Then he fucking sees a harem of hot girls he'd never have a chance with begging for him to come over."
"I bet they all end up being drag queens!" She laughed.
"That's what I was hoping too!"
We both started giggling and went home. As soon as I got there, the laundry growing up the wall began to bug me, so I took everything and sorted into baskets, and started throwing loads in. The one thing Daisy is really good at is folding laundry, so we often sit down in her room folding laundry and talking. Although she refuses to touch Mason's underwear. I always tell her that they're clean but she doesn't care, she will not touch them. Sometimes she'll fold all the laundry when I'm out, and she'll leave them in baskets by themselves, or in the dryer.
After the laundry was done, I decided to go upstairs and lay down. I was beginning to get a headache. I was pretty sure that it was from trying to act like I had not gotten the worst news of my life that day. I devastated me that my parents were breaking up. I knew why, and I began to worry if it took my mother so long to find out that my dad was cheating on me, that maybe it ran in the family. I didn't think that Mason was cheating on me, but what if? Almost on cue, he walked into the room, and jumped onto the bed. I growled at him.
"You know what I like!" he exclaimed, pinning me to the mattress.
"That's not why I growled at you," I told him.
"What's wrong Georgie?"
I shrugged. "It's nothing."
"You know you can trust me. I haven't told anyone any of your little secrets."
I began to cry. "Reggie told me my parents are getting a divorce."
"It's about damn time, how long has he been cheating on her?"
"Too long."
"That's not what's bugging you is it?" I shrugged. "Oh, Georgie, you know you give me more then what I need. I'd be exhausted if I was cheating on you."
I smiled. "You can't be serious."
"I'm serious, you're the only person I know that can wear me out! I would not have the energy to cheat. You'd know that I was cheating on you cause you'd start finding Viagra around here!"
I laughed at him. "Maybe you're just getting old."
"I'll show you what this old man can do!"
He started kissing me, but it didn't last long because all of a sudden we heard Daisy call. I can always tell when Daisy has done something major, because of the way her voice goes. It gets all high pitched, and she actually calls me George to get my attention. I grumbled, and we both went downstairs. Upon getting to the basement, we saw the laundry room, and there was water on the floor.
The Daisy curse had hit again, this time the washing machine and decided to backup and overflow. I shook my head, and Daisy simply stood there shaking her head. Mason was laughing hysterically.
"Every time I try to do something nice for you Georgia!" Daisy pouted.
"It's the thought that counts?" I asked, beginning to crack a smile.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about fixing washing machines would you Mason?"
He shook his head. "I had better things to do with my hands then to fix washing machines."
"So who do we call, a plumber or a mister fix-it?" Mason and I both shrugged. "I hope he's cute! I can't get it for free if he's not cute." I rolled my eyes. So this was my afterlife. It seemed like a mix of the three stooges and the odd couple sometimes. So dying wasn't the end of the world for me, and I probably wouldn't have made much of myself if I wasn't undead. Sometimes things work out in an odd way, and I hoped that the same would be true for my parents, and for Reggie. Then I felt Mason's hand on my ass.
"I think we were busy before," he whispered in my ear.
"Well you call around and see if you can find someone to fix this, it was the last load, there can't be too much in there that we need right away," I told Daisy.
She nodded. "If the door's closed, don't open it." I knew that the comment went either way, and Mason and I went upstairs to our room.
End
End notes: feedback please my loyal Pavlov's dogs hehe…. Hope everyone's Halloween ended up as fun as mine tehehe… I already wrote what was coming up… hugz and kissez!!! Trista aka the dustytiger