Hiya BetterMost friends!!!!

My 'staycation' has officially started today.

I'm using the week to get some stuff done. I picked up the Hallmark ornament that I've been waiting on to be released, got the laundry done, did some grocery shopping, had a doctor's appointment, and tomorrow (Tuesday) is a dentist appointment.
I've also ordered some replacement batteries and a charger for my camera. I'm tossing around the idea to go out driving this week, and take some fall foliage pics, and some pics of houses decorated for Halloween. The batteries and charger are scheduled to arrive by tomorrow.
Here's a story for you! It's about an incident that my coworker had occur.
I'll try to be brief, and not mention any names, as with my luck, she'd search google and somehow find this post, and then give me shit for telling her business.

and btw, I'm not telling this story to mock her, but rather mock myself and the way my brain thinks.
Coworker has a large house with a finished basement. They have a tenant there that pays rent. They went away for the weekend, and when they returned, went to the apartment to collect the rent that was owed. They got there and found out that he had apparently partied too hard with some substances (I'm assuming illegal) and passed away on the couch.
My poor coworker called me upset, as the police had basically torn the place apart, looking for more contraband and left everything a mess.
She had called me for a sympathetic shoulder, and I made sure while I talked to her, I was very supportive.
However, my brain was saying: "Ohhhhh gurl! Now you gonna have a ghost! You're gonna be in the house and wonder "what's those noises?" and "why are things going missing?" We're gonna see your ass on one of those paranormal hunting shows in about a year."
