Congrats on the new digs, P-C!

My dogs need to get jobs with health & dental insurance.

In case anyone wonders what Christopher watches on TV with Owen, the boy just came up to me and said, "Poker Star dot net."

Where is everybody??? Don't make me go do homework!!

P-C, you didn't pimp VM once, in the bio. How are we going to get more viewers? It's all on you.

Seriously, your bio was a lot of fun!

Poor Glamcookie.

P-C, you didn't pimp VM once, in the bio.

Oh, horror! It didn't even occur to me. Maybe I will randomly stick it into the HR ladies' bios.

Fantastic bio, P-C.

Poor GC. It's for your own good, we just want you to pass so you never have to think about statistics again.

I am considering going to the mall and buying something to wear to this wedding. I am also wishing that I knew this couple well enough to be able to tell them that they really don't want me at their wedding when I am made of PMS as I will be on Saturday if trends continue. But without that option, looks like I need to shop.

Now, when DH needed a blazer for last weekends wedding, it took 5 minutes to shop for it. I think we spent a longer time getting rung up at the register than we did shopping. Oh how I wish it was possible for me to shop like that - just walk into somewhere and say "I'm this size and I need a dress for a wedding" and have them hand me something.

This is how I can tell I'm all prePMSy, the whining goes up by at least an order of magnitude. I really should not be allowed among the humans.

Cindy, check the latest comment on my post for a hilarious filk.

That's funny, because I started one in response to Rowanlove, but then decided it was too nasty (re GG), and I don't want to alienate their fans; I want to keep them.

Off to check.

Thanks for all the good thoughts and vibes, folks. And the punctuation. I needed it more than I had expected.

Man oh man. Family sure is tiring. Forcibly squelching my desire to (1) be a bitch, and/or (2) flee the drama, is REALLY tiring.

The family is coping rather well, actually, each in their own way. Caretaker!Aunt is being a massive control freak and vaguely insulting, Other!Aunt is getting a little verbally pugilistic, and my mom slammed down 3 beers in rapid succession after lunch. The irony of my granddad's 50-year history of alcoholism was not lost on her.

Not that I'm judging Mom's beer-drinking ways; I have a pizza on the way and a bottle of wine in the fridge just waiting for me.

The funeral and visitation are on Saturday, one after the other. It all starts at 8 fucking o'clock in the morning. I am rather less than pleased about that. I'm doing at least one of the Scripture readings at the funeral, possibly more, because the rest of the family members don't like public speaking. I grew up doing the Scripture readings at Mass every week, so this doesn't feel like "public speaking" to me, and anyway, it's only family, so there's no reason to be nervous.

We're having a bagpiper at the cemetery -- right now the musical choices are "Amazing Grace" (which I truly and unashamedly love) and "Danny Boy" (my granddad's last name is McCarthy -- "Danny Boy" is practically in our DNA). I don't expect there to be a dry eye in sight when the bagpiper starts.

Man, I'm edgy right now. I actually worked out when I got home from Mom's, and now I'm considering undertaking significant housecleaning, just to burn off this edginess.

And that pizza needs to get here, pronto.

{{Tep}}

Bagpipers at funerals are guaranteed to break me. Which is good. Good luck dealing with all your relatives coping strategies.