A friend of mine (M) is a funeral director and he totally has a warped sense of humor. One of the reasons I like him.

I met him when another friend (R)started dating him. M was still an intern at a funeral home and lived in an apartment over the funeral home. And, because R and M are gay, we totally kidded with them for MONTHS that they were the real life Six Feet Under.

M is no longer an intern and they now live in a beautiful home they bought together.

ChiKat, they don't happen to live in the Fort Wayne area, do they? I was in a show with an R with a remarkably similar story.

No, they live in the Chicago 'burbs. Although, my R is also an actor (hobbyist, banker for a job).

The probability of that coincidence is probably not very low, statistically speaking.

G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment. I had forgotten how disarming that can be from a 2 year old. We also played with playdough, read books, watched too much Yo Gabba Gabba, and now G is napping while I pack for the weekend at the beach.

The probability of that coincidence is probably not very low, statistically speaking.

No lie. That is odd.

G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment

Awww...that is so sweet.

G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment. I had forgotten how disarming that can be from a 2 year old.

So much cute.

I'm taking dinner to a co-op school family tonight - the mom's just had major surgery, dad's trying to work and parent and go to the hospital. Different families have been doing a dinner run 3x a week for 2 weeks - it's really nice, and underscores the different reasons why this co-op feels like home a lot of the time. I dropped an email earlier trying to figure out what foods they'd seen too much of, if they were hungry for anything in particular. Turns out, everyone's been avoiding chicken and casseroles as too obvious. Which is also kind of cute.

funeral directors must have a very interesting sense of humor.

I would totally date a funeral director.

When my father died, the fellow at the mortuary did what his kind is meant to do and put on the solemn, "I knew your father..." speech. I politely stopped him replying,"Okay, look. You know my father because, a few years ago he came in here and dropped a load of money. No one in the Universe is sad at his passing, least of all me. So, let's get past that."

In a matter of minutes, we were convivially yucking it up...as I systematically rejected most of the truly silly things my father had spent gobs of money on (a pink casket, really?) and ended up having a great time. The fellow was clearly relieved to not have to front.

He told us some of the in-house jokes and I absolutely roared. Bless him.

Turns out, everyone's been avoiding chicken and casseroles as too obvious. Which is also kind of cute.

That is so sweet.

I generally make hearty soups. Easy to heat, freeze and accessorize.