and she had just gotten the call that dad was dead.
I will admit that I have hoped, in the last few days, that this was the call I would get. But it looks like we will have a much harder battle instead.
My great-grandma, grandma's mom, died in her sleep. I always thought that she was very lucky and led a blessed life. She had literally gone to the doctor's office for a checkup earlier that week and had a clean bill of health. She just went to sleep and the next morning, she was gone. I can't imagine a better way to go.
I keep hoping that one morning, my grandma will just have peacefully died while asleep, so that she can never feel any of this pain. Or as little as possible. I don't think that will happen but I can hope a little.
Her illness is sudden, now I hope her death can be also. At least I hope that it is as peaceful as possible.
Heh. Almare, I was talking about this infamous essay. Which still cracks me up.
skippity skipping.
At work today, the smoke detectors all went off. 32 degrees outside. No smoke or fire that we observed, but there was nothing for it but to haul all the clients out into the cold and dial 911. We grabbed all the coats and blankets we could find easily to wrap 'em up warm. Female cop got there first and suggested backing the van out of the garage and piling everyone into it to get them out of the cold, but before I could do that, the fire department arrived. They quickly determined that yes, there was no fire nor yet any other danger, and suspected either the high humidity (had a vaporizer and a humidifier going, plus someone had just had a shower) or a wiring malfunction.
This, of course, sounds so calm and ordinary, but you can just imagine that I was internally completely freaked out.
This, of course, sounds so calm and ordinary, but you can just imagine that I was internally completely freaked out.
It sounds scary and like you are a very good person to have around in case of emergency.
t nuggles trudy back
Completely Shallow: I'm watching the episode of Frasier in which Niles and Frasier try to write a book together, they start brawling, and they end up with Niles being pinned to the bed and they're screaming
Nile: I remember! You jumping into my crib and trying to choke me
Frasier: YOU STOLE MY MOMMYYYYYYYYY!
t keeps nuggling cass
{{{Cass}}}
Cancer is stoopid. Way too many cool people die from it. Instead of getting cancer, they should get a pony.
MG, I don't even know what to say about your work situation. I'm glad you got a good raise, but I guess it's just the nature of human endeavors to make things as difficult as possible.
Pony is SO much better than cancer!
lets click this: www.cuteoverload.com
why is that not making a damn linky?
Cancer. that's why
I am sorry for the cancer and debt that is dogging the buffistas. I am acquainted with both and neither association has embiggened me.
Yesterday I got some instant karma. The lady whose tire I fixed left me a bottle of wine. A tasty Zin.
I'm not working tomorrow and I'm not working Monday. I scoff at the very notion of work. Scoff scoff! I say.
