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.

DJ, I'm so sorry for the loss of your Mimi.

I believe that guys wear the ass burqa jeans so that no one can possibly think they're gay.

Hec, you made my day! I stopped going to my stylist because she always blows my hair out straight, and it looks good when I leave the salon, but I can never get it to look like that. And then left curly, it's not so good. You're right, too; she does cut it wet. I need to shop around for a good stylist. I love having long hair, but it doesn't really look as good as it does when it's shorter.

I ... have no car horror stories. Knock on wood, maybe I'm just lucky?

I don't think I could fill out a 40 freaking page questionnaire withOUT a glass of wine.

I don't think I could fill out a 40 freaking page questionnaire withOUT a glass of wine.

Yeah, that's kind of what I'm thinking. I think it's gonna wait till morning, and I'll attack it with coffee.

Or, we could make it a game. I could ask each question and have the Bitches answer it for me!

Or not. That actually wouldn't be fun. But, I could share *some* of the questions that really crack me up.

So, far, on the first page, my favorite is "I do jobs thoroughly even if no one esle will see them." I mean, come on. It's me. The crazy perfectionist. OF COURSE I do that (or, at least, I pretend to).

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???)

Daisy, I am sorry. Just before I left San Diego, I had two services on the same day (a dear friend and my cousin) and had to miss parts of each, but it was important to go. So, my theory would be to go for at least a little bit. I am glad I didn't miss them entirely.

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All your Lee are mine. We have groceries (I'm making shrimp pasta tonight) and wine and wandered Hawthorne and are now slounged with two laptops and Supernatural. Good times.

{{DJ}} this has been way too rough.

600.00 on tires. which I needed. but I decicded tha tthat spending 30.00 dollars on shoes was way more fun. Esp. if they are pink. So I told DH that if tires came in pink I'd be happier.

I'm glad to say I've got wine and no questionnaire. I'd be happy to have a glass for you, vw.

I'm so jealous of Cass, and Lee. It would be fun to have guestage of either, or both. I'ma go pout, now. I mean, they're bogarting the SPN! Not fair, not fair at all.

Aw, so sweet. It's just casual afternoon here.

Except for Puppycat who is stoned out of her mind on the Kitty Crack Pad. Good times...

Towards the end this may get a little tl;dr but.. Things are getting a little better. I'm going home early tomorrow. I'll go to the funeral home with an aunt and an uncle. My aunt (this is the one who gave mouth to mouth to a fish), can't remember how to get to the funeral home or what the name is, so she's going to call tomorrow. I would call my uncle, but he doesn't have a phone because he has no feeling in his nerve endings so can't work one and says most of the people he wants to talk to come around anyway. That's my craxy assed Morgans.

Anyway, so I'll get to go home and help tomorrow, do the viewing on Friday and then head back for St. Pat's on Sat. My reasoning is this: I was mostly at Grandaddy's funeral for Mimi. I said my goodbye to him the day I left his hospital bedside. It was good to be around family, but I'll still get to do that. Friday night, I'll come home and stay up all night making gumbo, with roux the way Mimi taught me, and that will be my goodbye to her.

It was only when Mr. Jane was asking me if I didn't think I'd be a puddle of jelly at the party that I realized why it was still important to me. It's because, while yeah, I'll probably lose my shit a few times that day, but my friends, the little family I'm making for myself will be there. They'll hug me, let me cry and make me laugh.

Last night I was terribly upset knowing that the two people on the earth I was absolutely sure would always love me were going to be gone (I don't have the best relationship history with my parents). But you know, I got sincere condolences from people who've never met me. My brand new friends offering to bring me dinner or keep me company. My best girlfriends organizing a callathon to make sure I'm doing ok. My cousin being just awesome. My best guy friend emailing me shit like "You have been the been my most loyal friend for all these years and it truely hurts my heart to see you made to endure the tragedy you have the last few months. Heather you are one of the most awsome people I know, able to keep that smile and charming disposition in the face of some pretty serious adversity. If there is any way I can help, I would consider it the least I could do for such a good friend, just say the word." and I'm just overwhelmed and feeling really loved, and while I honor Mimi, I'd like to honor that as well.

'Cause I think whatever makes these people like me, probably had something to do with her.