Extra, extra.

[unknownfate]

Good news! Got the splinter out of my foot. It's been there for a few days. I picked at it until it got sore and then limped for a few days until it worked its way back to the surface. It's out now! Huzzah. Also, got my computer back. My arm is complete again.

Bad news... Inlaws. Yee-eeesh.

Weird news? I went to a wake for one of my Dad's cousins this evening. I had never met the poor lady, but there were some characters at her wake I won't soon forget. The first person I saw going into the room was an older man in full black leather biker regalia, down to the gloves. He had a full beard, long ponytail, and a cane with a golden cobra head on it. There was also a second cousin that I mistakenly thought was a woman for the first hour, only to be told later that she was the oldest son. Oops. I did make some decisions about my own future funeral, though. 1. Closed casket, because I don't want relatives petting my corpse. And 2. There should be food. Good food. And lots of it. Like a buffet.

Comments

[slayersyrena.livejournal.com]

I'm really curious about the inlaws comment. What's going on there?

That biker guy sounds like a real character. We have a lot of characters out here too. It's fun.

[casinoland.livejournal.com]

I'm going to be cremated and mixed with pottery clay and made into cofffee mugs.

...

[siarwenevenstar.livejournal.com]

... if you die before I do, come haunt me good. But make sure I know it's you. I don't want to have to get the salt and rosemary and amythst out for nothing. When I die, I am going to insist that everybody come to my funeral in ballgowns. Even the men. Maybe especially the men.