My sister and I have a pact to supply drugs for each other's funerals.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
she can't bring herself to actually do something with the ashes.
I hear Disneyland is a popular choice these days.
I don't want to be cremated. I want to be buried and rot as is right and natural. Then I am in the dirt with all my nitrogen enriching bits instead of air pollution and ashes.
I hear Disneyland is a popular choice these days.
Oh my God, my mother would roll over in her grave. You know, if she had one.
It could be worse. My parents are in a box in my sister's basement because she can't bring herself to actually do something with the ashes. I've tried to be respectful of her reluctance to let go, but it has become quite ridiculous.Oh dear. Yes, that is worse. Yikes.
I just got home about 45 minutes ago after teaching a full day and tutoring at night and then scarfed down Indian takeout (nom nom nom). I'm supposed to read and grade 10 more essays tonight to get back on track for this week, and I really don't know how that's going to happen.
ETA:
Oh my God, my mother would roll over in her grave. You know, if she had one.t stifling. inappropriate. laughter!
Ooh my nephew got a steel guitar for his birthday. I'm chipping in with the money I would have spent on him for his birthday and Christmas. I think it will cover a couple of frets.
Oh dear. Yes, that is worse. Yikes.
Truly. On the upside, it did make for an excellent clue when I couldn't get my friend to guess cemetary during a round of Taboo.
it did make for an excellent clue when I couldn't get my friend to guess cemetary during a round of Taboo.
Oh my goodness. If I had read that a couple seconds sooner I'd be dripping Mountain Dew out my nose right about now.
Hee! Megan, you're on a roll.
And how the heck are you, btw? We haven't had a chance to catch up in forever.
ETA: And, unrelated, why do (Jilli-font) spiders keep biting me, dammit?
I don't want to be cremated. I want to be buried and rot as is right and natural. Then I am in the dirt with all my nitrogen enriching bits instead of air pollution and ashes.
Which takes me into another song. "Bury Me Deep" by Poi Dog Pondering.