Yay clippers!
And it is totally normal to develop a morbid sense of humor while grieving. Whatever you're feeling is OK and part of the natural grieving process. Don't try to tell yourself that anything you're feeling is not OK.
Buffy ,'Sleeper'
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Yay clippers!
And it is totally normal to develop a morbid sense of humor while grieving. Whatever you're feeling is OK and part of the natural grieving process. Don't try to tell yourself that anything you're feeling is not OK.
Nora, honey, I'm so sorry that the Universe is being a dick and trying to crowd all of the crap stuff into the last month of the year for you.
{{{{{Nora}}}} I'm glad your dad is ok. And YAY for good haircuts.
And it is totally normal to develop a morbid sense of humor while grieving.
This. (We won't discuss the part where I have a morbid sense of humor all of the time, though.)
I'm afraid I'm just going to start laughing hysterically at the funeral or when something else goes wrong.
Coupling's episode with the giggle loop is one of my least favourite, and the giggle loop language is about the weakest, but it remains all too powerfully true that the urge to laugh at the absolute "worst" times can be not only infectious but self-fueled.
You will be strong though. It won't be fun, or even satisfying, but you will be strong. Even if you indulge in some internal inappropriate hysterics.
{{{Nora}}}
What is it with the end of this year shitting on everyone around me. Lucy, you got some 'splainin to do. (Yes, I now call God "Lucy." Pass the crazy juice.)
my sister and I almost got kicked out of a wedding one time. It all started with, "blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord."
I can beat that one, Laga Also at a wedding " Adam tried all the animals, but none of them were for him".
Only DH and I heard it....
urk. Sprite up my nose.
(((((Nora)))))
Ach, Nora. I'm glad your dad is okay, sweetie. And I think hysterical laughter is probably called for in this situation.
ION, it's cold and I have an unstable tummy, so I sent The Boy off to a party by himself, and I'm going to go to bed, but this is the first time I've gone to bed here with the house all empty. I mean, there are the dogs and the attack cats, but it's still weird.
I think I figured out what my least favorite thing about Christmas in California is. Fake snow scenes. Unfortunately my neighbor was in his yard when I exclaimed, "Good god that's hideous!" At the 9 foot glowing inflated snowman he's erected. I hope he didn't hear me.