Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
Re: remains.
Donate everything, burn the rest, put me in a Wizard of Oz cookie jar on the dining room table and have a good, old fashioned Irish wake for me. Get drunk, dance, tell goofy stories, and wear tiaras. No somber funeral, please.
Then, take me to the UP and sprinkle me in Big Bay De Noc.
My sister and I have a pact to supply drugs for each other's funerals
What kind of drugs?
What kind of drugs?
the smokeable mellow kind
I'm so glad the wedding went well! I still can't believe your sister is married. I think about how she was when she was living with you in the months after I moved out to LA, and I'm boggled that she's all settled and hitched now.
I'm so sorry you've been sick, Megan, but this?
So far, I'm not missing teaching at all. Of course, maybe that's because I still have to think about all the planning and pedagogy that I loved, while not having any actual grading!Makes me hate you a little. Just a little. But still.
Otherwise I'm just very happy that you're happy. And yes, a trip north is overdue. I will come up as soon as I have time and money to do so.
I am not a beautiful and unique snowflake. I immediately googled Dan Fogelburp Bloom County.
I will come up as soon as I have time and money to do so.
Free place to stay, complete with all the geeky toys, comics, and games that ND could want!
complete with all the geeky toys, comics, and games that ND could want!Well...and you. Duh. Miss you, silly! Where in the city are you, again?
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.
Yep...my grandmother died about a year ago, and my mom was explaining to me that they were not planning a funeral (who would come, besides my mom and her sister and their husbands/kids? No point). But that we would probably scatter her ashes in Chicago in the spring, along with grandpa's. I was like "....isn't grandpa already somewhere??" and her response was "Yes. The back of your aunt's closet." (He'd been dead for...over ten years at that point??).
Of course, no ash-scattering has yet happened, so I have this sneaking suspicion that when my mom or aunt pass away, we'll be going through stuff and have to be all "Maaaan, I don't even know WHOSE ashes these are!"