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So these people are both dead and they had no kids....I'm not doing any weird privacy thing by posting this picture. This is Ellen and Peter. Ellen was my mom's great friend and Peter was her husband and they wound up moving onto my childhood street.
So I told you guys I was looking through pictures to try to find a clue to the safe combination and I came across this picture.
It made me think for the first time ever that Peter was the early '90s me. Peter, was a giant child just like I am at 41 right now.
He was the coolest adult growing up because he was right on my street and I could always run over to Ellen and Peter's house and Peter would have some sort of like mission that we would go on. One time when he literally drew out a treasure map and buried old metal boxes of treasure around the street and we went and dug them up together. And even if he didn't want to go on a mission, he was a woodworker so I could just go in his shop and he would show me how to use band and circular saws and and stuff.
He was just a big kid. I tell Pam all the time how much I'm looking forward to playing Barbies with her girls and that's not a lie. You know I'd rather be playing like Ninja Turtles, but if it's got to be Barbies I can have a shit ton of fun playing Barbies. I've already looked into space Barbies. There's a whole line of them.
Anyway, it reminded me of something...... At one point I remember my mom talking to me while it was just she and I in the living room or whatever and she asked me, "Does Peter ever try to touch you" or some kind of question like that?
And of course I was like "No Mom gross. Why are you asking that? Stop being weird."
But I kind of do get it. Like you know Peter was just a big fucking kid who would have a shit ton of fun playing with like a 10-year-old. So my mom was just being a good mom.
That memory made me laugh about how ridiculous it was cuz Peter was awesome and it also made me think about how my mom was pretty cool looking out for me.