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.

I'm thinking that not having to refill all his prescriptions may be enough to offset the loss of hte pension. Yay, American medical care.

I did get a smile out of the attending physician when I said, "Doc, he's got a stash of pain pills and such that rivals Breaking Bad. Where do I get rid of them?"

People keep saying the police department, but from what I've heard they just dump them down the toilet. I'm thinking of asking the pharmacy if they have better resources.

ETA: I think I need to create a calendar saying "Be calm, it's only been X number of days."

Having toured a water treatment plant, they do not like dumping pills down the toilet.

Dressing to the nines has a murky start: [link]

More photos are showing up. Slowly, the photographers shots are popping up on the grooms facebook page. Shockingly, the priority is the happy couple. Crazy, right? Without me, it would have never happened! (Dripping in sarcasm there, in case you couldn't tell).

The happy couple is at Disneyland today, with the ring bearers. I think they were 18 months and 3 years old. So the couple asked me to check in on the puppy and let him out. Which means I get to raid the fridge of left over BBQ!!! That was some yummy food!

I wonder if "the nines" is magical/religious, three 3's, a Trinity of Trinities, a stable tripod made up of tripods. Turtles all the way down.