Well, I'd have posted a pic, but Hubby already ate about 1/3 of the custard pie I made to celebrate the good news on his not having a GI bleed.
Well, he's celebrating!
I called the funeral home that traditionally helps my family with arrangements, and even they can't explain why the parish idiot can't grasp what I need, but I can't afford to pay them to do the arranging for me, soooo.... I'm freaking out pretty bad, actually. Mom is too frail for me to leave town, I can't just --- and I quote the Parish Idiot --- "drop by". I'm 500 miles away! HYes, I'll spend 2K on round trip air and car and all that just to make her life normal. Nope, sorry. Mom's peace of mind comes first. She needs me here, and she wants her burial plot settled b/c it's just going to make her feel like *her* wishes are being followed. OMG. Well, at least I know I'm not the only one wondering why the Idiot is an idiot about this. Yay.
Then Mom changed her mind about being buried with her favorite two cats' cremanis.
What am I meant to do with all these cremains?! Hers, Dad's, cats, WTF?
I need chocolate.
This is as close as I could find to what the pie looked like before Hubby had his late-night snack attack. *sigh* Teach me to not snap pics right away: http://www.jessicanwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/egg-custard-pie.jpg
Wow, history was depressing on this date. Deaths, executions, yucko. The best news was that in 1654, in Tuscany, they began making daily meteorological observations, a first in known Western history.
In East Asia, recording astronomical events (comets, etc.) goes back a few thousand years. Sweet.
And... Let's see... Hmm... Wow, the brain is drained.
Bizarre things to realize...
If someone suggests to you that the "meow" in "hoMEOWner" is one syllable, you end up trying to say it that way for a minute or two.
The oldest recorded joke in the world was found in Egypt, in hieroglyphs, and essentially was an old hunter teasing a young hunter about his trophies. Yeah, that sounds about right. Unless they find one that translates to "For a good time, call Jenny at 867-5309"... (Referring to a 1980s song there, yes, I'm old)....
While prostitution is the "world's oldest profession" in metaphor, in reality, it's probably "chief of this group". Even chimps have that. As do dogs. Weird but true, but bossing others is the the world's oldest known "profession". Granted, it's pretty similar among humans and other animals. Biggest bark and quickest bite win. Ouch.
The fine for discharging a firearm within 1000 feet of a school in my state is $2500. Even if it's into a crowd of people. I jest not. That's the "hardest" charge brought against someone who fired a gun into the crowd at the kerfuffle in Charlottesville, VA, on August 12. His l awyer claims he was saving other peopel froma *flamethrower*. Wow. Weird, the only"flamethrower" was someone far away, with a can of hairspray and a lighter, who was also claiming self-defense. *headdesk* Against a stick. Of wood. *headdesk* This is why I prefer four-legged animals to humans...
Meanwhile, off to face the day. I really hate calling that twit about the burial plot. I'm not sure she knows her own job, but that's not calming my mom down one bit. *sigh*
Warm cuddly day to everyone! I'm off to gear up to be The Puma! instead of the Fibro-Wreck! Vrooooom!
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