Connie I wish I had magic words to make what you are going through smooth, but I know I don't. I've been keeping you in my thoughts and sending thoughts of strength to you. Take care of yourself and be kind to yourself.

So in work related theivery last week an employee was caught stealing, turns out he'd been doing it since December and is going to jail based on the dollar amount stolen.

Today a guy came in and acted suspicous and tried to walk out with a camera, when confronted he finally gave the item up and walked out the door. The store called the cops. He was arrested, turns out he's wanted on mulitple charges. He had been in the store yesterday just after two other men had everyone on high alert as possible shop lifters. The theory is they were working together because those guys went afer the same camera.

I don't think I own a comb.

I have a friend with curls like yours but she is your obverse when it comes to hair care. She doesn't own a brush, as she has told me many times.

Yipes askye, that's a lot of stealing.

I'm not a narcissist at all. Generally I hate pictures of me. But I'm really wanting to see pics of me from the ceremony. I looked gooood in that new suit! Too bad it was windy. No chance for my hair to look good.

I was just thinking about the household budget without his disability pension and am now fighting off a panic attack. And realizing my comforter and reassurer is gone. I may not be sleeping much tonight.

((( Connie ))) I wish there was more I could do from afar.

deep breath, Connie. I dont know how I can help , but if I think of something ...

I keep telling myself that in extraordinary circumstances, even utility companies et al. have a sort of compassion. I'm hoping I can just rearrange payment due dates, because the rent takes a full paycheck of its own.

Oh Connie, that's hard, but yes, the utilities should be willing to work with you on this one.

And omnis, don't worry, wanting a picture of yourself looking good doesn't make you a narcissist. If you are like me, you probably don't have too many photos of yourself dressed to the nines.

Where does that phrase come from anyway, dressed to the nines?

Hil, I rinse in the sink kneeling on a chair because that was how my mom did it.

{{Connie}} I dealt with the funeral home stuff myself, but my SIL did the memorial at her home. It was perfect. It looked no different than my wedding, except he wasn't there. Same people, same location, same food and drink spread. Lots of booze and laughter, and sobbing.

No probate stuff for us. Everything we owned was joint. I had to draw down the bank account to zero and then set up a single account because they couldn't take his name off the account without his permission, yeah right. When I sold the house it didn't seem to matter. He didn't own a car because he hated to drive.

We actually had life insurance, and when I remembered that it was a big help. It took a bit of fighting because we had purchased the policy 4 Days before he was diagnosed. Complete coincidence. Fortunately it was provable. The agent did all the fighting for me.

Please let us know if there is any help you need with battling bureaucracy. I suck at budget stuff, but I know others here are great with those kinds of things. People really do want to help, so if you see a way just let us know.