Funerals really ARE for the living...

As luck would have it, I have yet another funeral to attend, and we aren't even 55 days in to the New Year.

Sheesh. I'd like to not go anymore and, more than that, not HEAR of anymore for the rest of the year!

This one is for one of my dad's brothers. I'm going for my dad. And my aunt, even though she said, "I know your busy, I read your Christmas letter, so if you can't make it, I completely understand." My dad? He wants me to cancel my plans for tomorrow (hello? hair appointment...you just don't cancel those things!), go up early, stay the night, then stay the night on Friday night too so I can visit "with all those people." It's not a frickin' reunion, dad. And, "those people" are cousins I haven't seen in probably 10-30 years depending upon who they are. Don't keep in touch with them as it is, and the passing of Uncle Grant is unlikely to cause me to take up with them. I don't mean that in a bad way, but my dad's need to be close to his siblings and their spawn isn't MY need.

I'll pick up my mom on my way (my parents have been divorced for nearly 40 years) cuz she said "Grant and Margie were always so nice to me when I was married to your dad." WTF? "nice to me"????

Oy.

It's amazing I turned out so normal.

Now. To get out those black pants and that sweater...again.