Just for the love of god don't stick my ashes in a closet and leave them there
Seriously. Although I think a lot of families have stories like that. Mine does.
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Just for the love of god don't stick my ashes in a closet and leave them there
Seriously. Although I think a lot of families have stories like that. Mine does.
Seriously, who says to someone who is handicapped, "The best blessing in the world is to have a normal child"? t /seriously sick of people, buffistas not included
Jeez, sj.
Also, a trust for dealing with financial assets can have nothing to do with a medical directive.
My limited experience is that they are separate things.
sj, FFS. That's just a stupid thing to say to *anyone*.
In my snooping case they were separate documents in one bound set of important papers.
Seriously, who says to someone who is handicapped, "The best blessing in the world is to have a normal child"?
Someone who's about to have his or her reproductive organs ripped out with a button hook?
Also, normal? Who wants that?
Someone who's about to have his or her reproductive organs ripped out with a button hook?
I t heart Ginger. But she's well done having her kids.
Also, normal? Who wants that?
That was my thought too.
TCG is finally on his way home from his meeting. Which is good because I need to be up in about 7 hours for an appointment tomorrow.
Ever had to explain to a parent of a student what the term "teabagging" means? Me neither. But I had to watch my co-op do it this evening. To very religious parents, at that.
4th grade boys will be the death of me.
I was also asked if God and Jesus were two different people or one, I also got to refer a girl to the office for pulling hair and lying about how she got hit after the person whose hair she was pulling got pissed, and then watch a friggin' mouse scurry across our classroom during a conference and NOT freak out like a mammal.
A mouse walked out of the kitchen last night while I was on the phone with a client. Stood there, bold as brass. I'm pretty sure he called me a punk.
This evening, I heard the trap I set with almond butter snap. I haven't gone to look. I'm fairly certain no mice were harmed in that little endeavor. They somehow know how to by-pass the mechanism whenever I put a trap out.
Can I just say, I hate this? I would so much prefer to have a conversation with the creatures that brokers some sort of detente where they just don't ever show themselves to me and never force me to deal with either their corpses or their effluent.
I seriously have nothing against their kind. I just. don't. want. to. deal.