Oh no, DJ. So I take it going to the funeral entails breaking a prior plan? When my mother died, her funeral wound up on the same day--same time of day even--as my goddaughter's christening. We had no choice but to miss the christening.

DJ, I meant to post - all my sympathies.

I would suggest going to the viewing and driving back. You get a chance to say goodbye and express your condolences, but still do your thing. I know that it feels kind of crappy to say "I'm missing the funeral to throw a party", but life does go on.

eta: I hope that last bit didn't sound flippant.

Oh no, DJ. So I take it going to the funeral entails breaking a prior plan?

Yeah. It's our annual ginormous St. Pat's party. We live 2 blocks from the parade. A huge number of people will be expecting to show up at 8 Saturday morning for booze, burgers all that stuff. We've had it the past 7 years we've lived there. I don't even know if I can get in touch with half the people who will probably show.

I think I should be insulted that my brother said "Even Erika knows" about Bonds and the hormones. Like I don't get the news here in my bubble, or something. And the man's shoes grew three sizes. Who would forget that once she heard about it?ETA: Wishing the LAistas were coming here. And Emmett, if he does, has to introduce me to my "boyfriend" speaking of pie in the sky and junk.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Daisy. I hope you and K are able to figure out how to manage grieving and everything else, somehow. Do whatever feels the rightest and don't worry about hopw it will look, is all I can advise.

I like the Cape Cod Gray, Ginger - it looks weathered and silvery rather than painted.

Will people share their hair-rending car repair stories and commiserate in my misery?

I'm not miserable about it,but I did just drop over a grand on my car yesterday for maintenance stuff - brakes, oil leak, blah blah blah. And finally fixing the driver's side door handle so I don't have to roll down the wondow to exit the car anymore. Been doing that for a year, and the fix was $50. I'm a little embarassed about that.

I had pasta, and now I'm sleepy.

I didn't get to see the pictures before I left. Son and DH came home, and then we had to get down to the shop (it's a town over).

Anne's hair is very much what I had in mind, bless you, Beverly. In fact, I almost emailed Anne last week, and asked her for good head shots of her hair, and then I felt all self-conscious, so I didn't.

Someday, there will be pictures, not today though, as the stylist managed to glop a lot of dye on my face. What's up with that?

Yay new hair, Cindy! Boo glopped die!

How inappropriate is it to fill out a 40 freaking page questionnaire with a glass of wine? (ETA: I won't, but boy do I want to! 40 pages! What are these people thinking???)

If I've done it, it can't be that inappropriate. I'm boring and square.