I liked stumbling on little tiny tar puddles in the field around the tar pits.
I also like the animal figures in the pits, for the total cheesiness factor.
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I liked stumbling on little tiny tar puddles in the field around the tar pits.
I also like the animal figures in the pits, for the total cheesiness factor.
I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that I'm tired enough to sleep on this flight to Orlando.
maybe a tylenol pm?
The problem is that I can never get my head into a position where I don't end up with a huge crick in my neck. Eh, I will see how it goes. I have episodes of House and a movie on my iPhone.
travel pillow? or a strategically arranged bunch of pillows? As soon as you secure your overhead space, grab 2-3 pillows and a blanket. you can roll up the pillows and stuff them inside one case to make one firm cylindrical pillow that is good for neck or lumbar support.
I've got a neck pillow with me I'm going to try.
Plei, I am sorry about your aunt. I know it wasn't unexpected, but it's still a loss.
I was wondering if you still had that glob of tar, Trudes.
its squashy now, and it has sort of soaked through the leaf showing a cool leafy pattern
Cool!
Thanks, Cass. I'm not used to deaths on this side of the family--it's been 20 years since the last one. This side does funerals and memorials. On Dad's side, well, we kind of had a wake for Gram, but it's all very haphazard and less than formal. Malcolm (stepgrandfather) was shoved in a closet until Gram died, at which point my parents dumped them both in a river, and lord knows where Dad's dad's cremains are. (They never picked them up. That was 50 years ago.)