I was going to post today, but since today was the 9th day after my mother’s death, we had a LOT of people over. I don’t know why it is that way, but Filipinos always have a big prayer fest and gathering on the 9th day after someone’s death. If someone out there knows why, please tell me. I’m too lazy to ask or look it up.

Anyway, my tiny house was PACKED with people. All the titas (aunts) and lolas (grandmothers) were in the living room and dining room, and all the titos (uncles) were in the kitchen. And my room became a cousin refugee camp, because there was no where else to go.

But the food was good. That’s all that matters. Even though I haven’t seen this many people in my house since Fatima’s graduation party, and maybe even longer than that!

We’ve had people at our house every day for the past 9 days, and tomorrow, it ends. We’re on our own after that. But I know we’ll be okay once we all go our separate ways. I’ll make sure to check in on my daddy and sister often.

Oh look, I said I wasn’t going to post, and here’s a post. Hmm. Funny.

Anyway, here’s the original intention of this post, this week’s Unconscious Mutterings.

1. Scrooge:: McDuck

2. Ribbon:: Pink
3. Physical:: Pain
4. Income:: Tax
5. Dream:: Sequence
6. Notebook:: Lines
7. Disney:: Quest
8. Combo:: Pizza
9. Booty:: Shakin’
10. Skin:: Tight

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