Conversation with Hubbypants:
He: "I want a funeral procession."
Me: "What happened to being cremated?"
He: "You need to get from the church to...wherever you are going next, so...procession."
Me. "Mr. Religion-is-the-root-of-all-evil wants a church service now?
He: "You STILL have to get from wherever my many admirers gather to send me off to
wherever the food is being served."
Me. "Yea, so I throw your box of ashes in the trunk and cart your ass home and we BBQ. Done and done." (need to up the insurance policy to cover funeral food)"
He. "I want a procession so that I can fuck up traffic. During commute time would be good."
Me. "So, you want a procession of Prius' then? I wonder if Enterprise will give us a group rate? We can leave the back open and then let your ashes float off into the wind fucking up traffic
This conversation happened while watching an episode of Storm Chasers where a huge tornado had ravaged a town and the 'chasers' stopped to watch a funeral procession.
We would have been far more sensitive to the seriousness of the situation had we actually been there. I'm sure. Probably.
And in other news ===>
Well...there isn't other news.
I'm tapped out. I'm pooped (as in exhausted..not, you know...#2). Eww....
I'd tell you about my efforts to find a good recipe for sourdough starter, but you can't discuss food when you've already discussed poop.
I wish I had something witty for y'all.
But I don't.
And I won't.
Until I stop being obsessed with making stuff...or fundraising.
I think it's a sickness.
Or lack of a day job.
Or not enough wine...to help me forget about being obsessed with making stuff.
So, I'm going to post this and see if anyone notices.
And then I'm going to bed, because obsessions need rest and brain power to thrive.
I can at least manage the rest part.