I really have to eat something, but I have nothing in the house, and I can't figure out what I want. It's a problem.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sushi?
Bacon?
BACON!!
I don't think I can get anyone to bring me sushi that is worth eating.
I ordered pizza, because it was easy.
The only open-casket funeral I've been to for a close family member was my step-grandmother.
Growing up, I went to a LOT of open casket viewings. I don't know if it's an Irish Catholic thing. Or maybe an NYC Irish Catholic thing. The viewing was always three days, three nights. Funeral mass and burial on Day Four.
When my grandfather died, we did all that plus we fed everyone back at the house in between the day/evening viewings. Oh and then took everyone out to eat after the burial.
I think that was a huge part of my mother's proclamation that she wanted a closed casket and then cremation. She has, in fact, threatened to spit at people if her casket is open.
I'm trying to figure out how do I feel about this picture. Something about it bothers me. Maybe because I know it's the graphics for the alternative Holocaust remembrance day event, but I'm sure that's not the reason.
Also, never been to a casket funeral of any sort. The only funerals I've been to, they were using shrouds (tachrichim).
Don't eat sushi on a Sunday!!
Good call, Tom. But really, I wouldn't eat raw fish from any of the crappy sushi places that I know of that deliver to me.
It's 1:30 but feels much later. I got up early and went for a strenuous walk in the woods with the dogs, and then found out my SIL is in labor (but not in the hospital yet), and did a ton of yard work, and made lunch and read the paper, and it's only 1:30.
Maybe I'll take a nap. What I should do is pay bills and mop the kitchen floor.
I made a cake last night for a BBQ today, but it's been cancelled because of my SIL being in labor and now I have to resist the siren call of Betsy's Indiana Pound Cake until tomorrow morning, when I can bring it into the office...
ita, I almost called you to see if you wanted visitors today. We were at the Festival of Books and Noah hadn't fallen asleep yet. But then I didn't want to disturb you.
Jesse, get pizza delivered! yum! dough + cheese.