Last post was prophetic, apparantly....family friend died Monday night about 10:15. Mom and Dad and I, along with Bubba went out Thursday morning, for the viewing that evening, chipped in for a room and the funeral was Friday. Bubba didn't behave great, but he wasn't drastically horrible. As bad as funerals are for us, they are impossible for kids, who don't fully understand. I thought George was being cremated, but he hadn't been YET, so when we walked in to the viewing, I thought there might be some awkward moments with Bubba, since I hadn't mentioned anything about a body. He sailed through, thankfully.
I hate funerals. The only upside was spending (too little) time with our group of extended family from back home (you know - folks you've known forever who are just as family as blood.) I FINALLY got to meet my wonderful friend K's twins, who are so freaking adorable. Bubba, for the first time, was the oldest of the little ones, with the next age up being a ten year old. He shared well, which surprised me....he just got way too loud and rowdy for the funeral, and I don't even wanna talk about how he behaved at church for mass....it could have been worse, but it wasn't great, either.
I spent my Saturday morning cutting the grass, and raking the grass. Got too worn out to do the weed whacking, so that's tomorrow. Ugh. Plus, I had two days worth of other home chores to catch up on, because W didn't do squat, other than put clothes in the dryer and run (but not empty) the dishwasher. Oh well.
We're also having a cook out for W's belated birthday, and the neighbor's birthday sometime tomorrow.
I'm hanging at the station, doing a race I don't even wanna pay attention to at all. Silly road course races.