Officially a Spinster

So my Grandmother calls tonight "just to chat". She asks a lot of questions regarding my safety - like if I bring my phone when I walk Rite, am I careful where I walk him, do I make sure my doors are locked? Uhh, yeah, especially since I live blocks from the ghetto.

So we're finishing the conversation & she mentions that she is going to start calling more often just to check on me, because since I'm all by myself, something could happen, and no one would even know. Yup, I'm alone. Thanks for the reminder.

Hey, have you heard that one about the single cat lady who died in her apartment, & no one knew for a week, during which the cats ate her face? Hilarious story...