Are there any you're willing to share, Gud?

Daisy, that was a beautiful description. I know it meant a lot to you and the rest of his family, and I'm glad you all had the opportunity to say goodbye to him and reminisce.

I scared the cat I laughed so loud at the Gandalf protecting Tep's goolie posts. I'm glad it's something fixable. Had one recently and hooboy, not fun. But a quick recovery.

NICOLE! Smonster's right, it's about an hour forty, give or take. I have made it in a hour (but don't tell). I've got a futon with your name on it if you come during the week. Weekends, you might have to share with a squirmy kid.

There was more, wasn't there? My sieve-y brane at fault again.

I just had to share this exchange. Senior vs. Box Office Cashier:

Senior: I wanted to see that movie... what's it called?

Cashier: Notes on a Scandal?

Senior: No, that's not it.

Cashier: The Good Shepherd?

Senior: No, not that one.

Cashier: Notes on a Scandal?

Senior: Yes! That's it!

No four generation pictures in our family. DH's grandfather cut all ties to his family when he remarried, and on my side, well, only two generations are here.

We must have some 4 generation pictures in my family. My grandmom was alive to meet 4 greats (they called her GG). I wish it had worked out that I'd had kids while she was still alive. We were really close and she would have loved that. Not that she ever hassled me about not being married or not having kids. Although she'd often ask how my "social life" was going.

Daisy Jane, thank you for the stories of your grandfather. My dad's dad died 12 years ago and my mom's dad died 20 years ago this April. I still miss them both, but especially my mom's dad, terribly.

Generational pictures always seemed so amazing to me. By the time I was old enough to understand who these older people were I was down to two grandfathers (one a literal drunken sailor) & one great-grandmother (who was a hermit). The notion of getting a photo of us all together never really arose as my dad's relation with his father was always a little strained.

Now, all of my grandparents are gone. However, my sister (seven years my senior) had kids when she was young and her middle child, Nadine, had a daughter about 5 years ago. So, weirdly, a 4 gen photo is actually possible but I'm not really part of it.

Ok, this is going to sound really odd, but I can't imagine Pete having actual famly outside of Jill and Clovis. I imagined him to be some sort of original cabbage patch kid.

Show us your bum! There's a signature on it that says "Xavier Roberts" , isn't there????

Yeah,Cindy, if fuckin' Captain Hook turned out to be real, some hoople would come out of the damn woodwork to ask me for the disability opinion on it(They think there's ONE, bwah. Like herding maimed cats, honest.) I guess it's my version of "Please don't let him be brown." I would say, less medical as uh, logistical. But I could see some benefit in it. but it's...icky, to quote Dr. Cameron.

Ok, this is going to sound really odd, but I can't imagine Pete having actual famly outside of Jill and Clovis. I imagined him to be some sort of original cabbage patch kid.

Hee! Of course, I've met Pete's parents AND sister. They're nice people, even if Pete's sister was under some sort of delusion that I was fragile and ladylike; I can think of no other reason for her to have kept exclaiming "Mum! Don't swear in front of Jilli!" whenever Pete's mum said something remotely off-color.

Show us your bum! There's a signature on it that says "Xavier Roberts" , isn't there????

I am never going to stop laughing about this. Ever.

Aimée: Words fail me. To your time-out spot.

Jilli: You got it wrong, it was my brother in law that was apologizing because my sister couldn't complete a single sentence without at least one expletive. All this, while her chin was resting on her chest where her drink was also sitting because she was too drunk to straighten up. Yeah, my sister got my half of the boozing gene.

eta: My mum, on the other hand, while also sloshed, was reduced to mostly incoherent cackling and chuckling.

my sister couldn't complete a single sentence without at least one expletive. All this, while her chin was resting on her chest where her drink was also sitting because she was too drunk to straighten up.

I LIKE Pete's sister.