Shit, is it too late to sign up for additional classes to get ahead for next year? Do you think he's learning anything?

Basically, I am his Miss Moneypenny.

There, I need a Miss Moneypenny.

I'm so ashamed of myself, I can't even call the hospital to reschedule.

It's good to see you, Consuela. I've been thinking about you.

By the time my father died, the only grief we had left was for the man he could have been. His quality of life sucked for the last few years, and before that, he had spent years making us miserable.

My four year old gives me no inspiration when it comes to cooking dinner. It's all her fault I'm a bad mother!

This reminds me of Gov. Lester Maddox's saying that what was needed to improve Georgia prisons was a better class of prisoner.

In That Word Doesn't Mean What You Think It Means news, I just heard a quote from a county official about an agreement with the county's law firm to reduce the cost of a lawsuit. He said, "This agreement eviscerates $30 million."

I just might ask if there is any way he can get a jump on Algebra 2.

He knows the material, he just really bites at homework and even when he does the homework he forgets to turn it in. Add in the fact that this was his Geometry teacher's final year of teaching and he got a D.

Suzi, is this an online course or something?

My people may be a little callous and strange, but the more acceptable and thus much less us way of saying would've been that the people who love and support us have a way of coming together when it's most important. And that's something great to hang on to when you need it.

It's also where it comes in handy to reframe "funeral" as "celebration of ___'s life". You come together, the people who loved and valued that person, you celebrate life - his, hers, theirs, ours. As a member of the set of people who cared about that person, simply hanging out together qualifies as celebrating that person's life.

I think.

His quality of life sucked for the last few years, and before that, he had spent years making us miserable.

Oy. We weren't quite there, but it was a hard several years, especially for my dad.

I did just get a call from one of my cousins, on my dad's side, who is traveling and is going to try to get here for the funeral, which would be really nice.

I'm thinking of buying a bunch of cheap flashdrives and copying pictures onto them, to give away to visiting family. My dad scanned a ton of old family photos and it would be great to share at least some of them.

That's a fantastic idea, Consuela.

My child, the turd bucket, refused to go to day camp today. He came to work with me and is now home with McPhee. No electronics except radio and if he pulls the shit tomorrow I'll charge him for the day. giant turd.

how can sitting in an uncomfortable chair in my office with nothing to do be better than day camp where there are other kids and swimming!

maybe he doesn't like the other kids?

maybe he likes your company?