Shit old broads say.

OB1: We were standing in the kitchen, and she said her mother was there with her, and you know, I take that very seriously. You know, my husband used to watch tv at ten, eleven o’clock, and after I’ve shut the tv off and gone to sleep, I wake up and it’s on. I know he’s watching tv.

OB2: mmmmm, yeah.

OB2: And I know that my first cat is still with me two. I’ll be in bed, and I’ll feel him kneading the blanket, but there’s no cat on the bed. He’s always with me.

OB1: yeah, he has to be. His spirit is in limbo and he’s just telling you he’s okay. He’ll stick around until you move on.

Shit old broads say.

I’ve wanted to do this for a while, but I’ve finally made up my mind to go for it. There’s this trio of old broads at work that have old broad conversations every day. Once in a while they say something that I find funny, so I am going to chronicle their old broad insights from time to time.

Old Broad 1: She was going to take my son camping this past weekend, but, I’m sorry. It’s Mother’s Day. I know she’s wrapped up in her cancer thing, but come on. You’ve only got one mother-in-law, and she’d like to see her son.

Old Broad 2: Ohhhhhhhh, how can she be so bad?

OB1: Yeah, she changed her tune real fast when I spoke up about it. How ignorant.

OB2: mmmmmm. You told her.