Prop 8 overturned in California! Praise God!
Is there no limit to the awesome that is Kristin Chenoweth?
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Prop 8 overturned in California! Praise God!
Is there no limit to the awesome that is Kristin Chenoweth?
Thanks, omnis! That's our corp airline so I fly them whenever I can to build up the miles.
They're actually pretty decent about upgrades. Booted me to First Class on my trip to Cancun, both ways, for, um, no reason I could see.
Booted me to First Class on my trip to Cancun, both ways, for, um, no reason I could see.
Did you give anybody a blowjob?
No, I don't know why that popped into my head, or why I felt the need to share it.
Because as of today, he's run out of other uses for the number 8?
Not that I recall.
Vortex, that's exactly what I thought when I saw her tweet.
Prop 8 overturned in California!
That is awesome!
However, I can't help seeing the irony that Tim's FOX News-loving, uber-republican mom died on Obama's birthday and the day that Prop. 8 was overturned. It's not *funny*...except it is, kinda.
It's been a long, surreal day, y'all. By the time I got to Tim's parents' house, the funeral home had already taken away his mom's body, and an hour later the hospice people came to get the hospital bed and other equipment. By noon, we had the living room furniture back the way it always was, and it looked like nothing had happened, like his mom would come strolling in any minute.
They're all doing okay, able to talk about her and make plans for the funeral, etc., but also crying from time to time. And then we all had lunch at the dining room table and Tim's dad sat and did the crossword while he ate and it was sunny and the house looked like nothing had happened, and it was WEIRD. I had to keep reminding myself that his mom *died* that morning. It was like a regular visit, except his mom wasn't there.
I was able to help out with cleaning and organizing stuff, and in the afternoon the funeral home dude came out to plan the visitation and while the family discussed that, I took everyone's cell phones and the house phone into the den and intercepted calls and took messages.
So, everyone's okay, but having ups and downs. The funeral isn't until Tuesday, because 2 other people in their parish died in the last 24 hours (CREEPY), and no one wanted to schedule the funerals too close to each other. But this gives the family time to plan, and get pictures assembled, and Tim can go buy a suit. He's viewing it as guy drag. Really. He makes me laugh.
Thanks for checking in, Teppy. You have been on my mind all day. The walking around numb and taking care of details stage is indeed an odd time. Hope that Tim can feel the loving thoughts sent from this direction too.
I had to keep reminding myself that his mom *died* that morning. It was like a regular visit, except his mom wasn't there.
yeah, this is a wierd thing. I remember glancing through the doorway of the kitchen when we were at the house after the funeral, seeing my uncles laughing and thinking "hey, where's Dad?" And then it hit me. Boy did that suck.