Ikea?
Maybe Ikea could make a new necro line made from human bones and cleverly held together with little dowels.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ikea?
Maybe Ikea could make a new necro line made from human bones and cleverly held together with little dowels.
Yeah, that would be ok.
In other news, I am highly suggestible, and now own the Flogging Molly cd that Connie was listening to earlier.
It wasn't my idea, Aimee. And I'm not eager to repeat the experience.
It's not like I was eating brains or something.
Um.
Not gonna think about that too much.
Last time we were in Yosemtie my Dad told us what meadow he wants to be scattered in. I hope I can remember should the need arise. I should find it on a map or something.
There's a Swedish process (just being tested) where they freeze-dry you, pulverize you, and use you as fertilizer. Much less wasteful than cremation.
But what about the process that takes your ashes and turns them into a diamond? Expensive, yes. Morbid, kinda. I still am intrigued by it. [link]
Organs that can be used, I want used. Everything else, I want turned into a diamond which can then be used to frighten small children.
[Bwah! LifeGem x-post!]
x-post with Jessica! Whoo!
"This ring was Grandma."
"Her wedding ring?"
"No, it's actually her. She was never this small in life. She'd be so happy."
Plant an apple tree over me, for preference.
When I was 5 and living in a trailer park, my friends and I would go play in the applie orchard that was in the cemetary. We'd climb the trees and eat apples duly fertilized by dead folk. Then we'd play Applecore.
t makes mental note to eat a handful of Aimee before she's scattered, just to weird everyone out
In other news, I am highly suggestible, and now own the Flogging Molly cd that Connie was listening to earlier.
Brenda, you should send me a hundred dollars.
I hate the phone, and talking on it makes me irritable.
This is me. I don't want to talk to anyone on the phone. DH calls me a dozen times a day if we aren't working in the same office, but he has learned to keep it brief. I glance at the caller ID. If it is "toll free number" or "unknown" I pick it up and hang up so I don't have to listen to it ring. The phone is a necessary evil.
Terri's tube has been removed. May it stay that way. Her husband has never come off that well to me, but the facts of the case support him. He did go through extraordinary effort to care for her including personal medical training. He now works in an ER. He could have easily given up and let the parents take over. I don't know if I could have fought this as long as he has.
It is still very sad. I hope all of my family can spend their time comforting each other and not fighting with each other if I get incapacitated.