End of an era

NewFNP said goodbye to her grandma this past Sunday. What a wonderful gift to have had her all these years and to have been able to take care of her in a way that honored her life and the extraordinary role that she played in newFNP's life. NewFNP and her brother were by her grandma's side as she took her final breaths and slipped away.

A very special lady, who taught newFNP the fun of shopping and girl time, who indulged newFNP's love of middle school reading with the entire Sweet Valley High collection, who slaved over newFNP's prom dress with her, who loved newFNP equally during her darkest hours and when she was shining her brightest, she will be missed and she will be treasured.

And she will always, always be loved.

Ho no she didn't

NewFNP was driving to work early this morning and it's possible that she didn't entirely have her senses about her. She was driving through an area that is known for being up to no good, but that's pretty routine for her so it was no BFD.

Readers of newFNP know that newFNP considers shopping to be as essential to her life as oxygen, George Clooney and the Sunday Styles. So when she saw a sign for "hoe-tique," she did a double take.

Hoe-tique?! Shitty neighborhood or not, it doesn't seem right that one could just walk in and buy a ho like that! Or maybe they just sell ho accessories such as short-shorts and thigh-high patent pleather boots.

Upon closer inspection, newFNP realized that the store was, in fact, a Shoe-tique but that the "S" had faded over time. Now, newFNP does love herself some new shoes, but she was a little happier when the store was the hoe-tique.

After all, new shoes are a dime a dozen. New hos are harder to come by.