Look what I did on the way in to work today. I had to slow down to take the picture, though. Click the link so you can see the odometer.
God, a lot happened today.
My father-in-law for the 18 years prior to the last 4 died last night. In the hospital. One day short of his 48th wedding anniversary, and, coincidentally, a day short of my new 3 year anniversary with his son’s successor. Got all that? Jaysus.
And my drugged out older sister is in the hospital, and apparently has been for about a week but no one bothered to tell me until today. Nice. She just about died, from the cumadin they were pumping in her to clear up some clots in her lungs. Her organs are all fried from the meth. Her nerves are fried from the self-induced MS from the 30 years of chain smoking. I’m still mad at her, can you tell? Bitch. We all had the same choices. That’s all that keeps going through my head. Over and over. I feel guilty, and angry, and guilty, and angry. And very ambivalent.
Will I feel bad forever if I don’t see her before she dies? I swear to god I don’t want to deal with her, and then I’ll run into my father, which will open up a whole new bag of worms.
All I really want to do is have a nice anniversary with my husband tomorrow.
Go look at Matthew’s collection of the latest Bad Reviews.
Here’s a little taste:
See No Evil: “Shallow as a toilet bowl and twice as rank as its usual contents.” — Nick Schager, Slant Magazine
King Edward VII was notorious for his countless infidelities. After his death, his wife, Queen Alexandra, was stricken with grief, but as she remarked to Lord Escher, the king’s private secretary, “At least now I know where he is.”
Two good ole boys in Utah were sitting around talking one afternoon over a cold beer…
After a while the 1st guy says to the 2nd, “If’n I was to sneak over to your trailer Saturday & make love to your wife while you was off huntin’, and she got pregnant and had a baby, would that make us kin?”
The 2nd guy crooked his head sideways for a minute, scratched his head, and squinted his eyes thinking real hard about the question.
Finally, he says, “Well, I don’t know about kin, but it sure would make us even.”
from Stupid.com, as fine a place to get stupid junk as anywhere on the planet.
In her later years, actress Sarah Bernhardt lived in an upper-story apartment in Paris. One day a visitor arrived, out of breath after a long climb. “Madame,” he asked, “why do you live so high up?” “Because,” she answered, “it is the only way I can still make the hearts of men beat faster.”
Andrew’s dog, Shelby, died on the 14th. She was 10.
Shelby lived a long and happy life, but her last year had some weird stuff happening. Seizures that the vet couldn’t identify. Probably a tumor in her brain.
She went peaceably in her sleep instead of drowning or some other awful way to go.
Andrew was sad. We got her when he was 11 and they were very close. I can attest to that by the amount of dog hair that would come out of his bedding on laundry day.
I’d love to give him our Sissy dog who loves him better than anyone, but Bob wants to keep her. Bob thinks she is a wonderful child, calls me Mom to her. “Go find Mom!” GAWD!!. I think she is mostly an annoyingly smart dog who has dominance issues. More Dog Whisperer for me, please.