Little Griff and her school mates doing Les Mis. Stripped down orchestra 4 pros +Lil' G really put the emphasis on the voices. It was wonderful.

;)

After Nirvana posted 'Fabulous O!' some time ago, I made that my work password for the next 90 days. It made me giggle to type it. ;)

Long convo with Ali.
Talked to her two older sons and a girlfriend (not Ali's)

It helped. Anytime I talk to Dwellars it helps.
I might even eat now. Or chew at least.

:). Go on, stuff yourself. Hehe

Spent yesterday going to IN for my future niece-in-law's (my oldest nephew's fiancee) graduation. she be a physician's asst. we all love her and are very proud. met her wonderful cat at her apt. went to dinner. it was a long day but very nice.

today is a big party for my youngest niece's 1st communion. more family! It will also be a good day.

as weird as it is i can already feel the relief of not having that sick to my stomach sunday night/monday morning torture. i find myself thinking of work that needs to be done, then remember it isn't my mess, or problem, anymore. that part is good.

You could be a professional relative. Gotta figure out a way to get paid for these gigs.

Wasn't there a movie with some old lady who would crash weddings or funerals or something and insinuate herself into the families? Everyone just assumed she was someone's aunt or grandmother.

i would be a great pro relative!

was it an old movie? can't place it.

I have a picture of Angela Lansbury in my head. It was in color and I think it was either the 90s or late 80s.

It might have also been a subplot to another film.

Harold and Maude? They both went to funerals, that's how they met.

I woulda beena great funeral pro back in the day.

I had the chutzpah to take plastic food-saver boxes to any catered event.
If it wasn't nailed down I'd ask if I could take it. Flowers included. I knew from my catering work that that they were usually composted before they'd even wilted.

And at events where free drinks were limited, I targeted drivers/ teetotallers for their drinks tickets. That was before I had a real problem with alchofrolics; it was just about getting maximum benefit from the evening.

I'd be rubbish now though. No food. No drink witout guilt. I'd still sing, but that was always for free anyway.

You can come to my fun-eral, Infi.
In fact you're all invited. I mean all Dwellars, not suggesting IM has multiple personalities.
Just wear pink. And bring your own drink.
And try to give the 'rents a lickle bit of cash - planting daughters is surprisingly expensive, it turns out.

In this country you're not allowed to cook and eat us.
I can't even find a country where you can.

Is that so? :eyebrow:

It was the subject of many complaints actually.

In the same way some men are vehemently homophobic, but secretly more gay than an Easter Parade, I think the complainers really wished they could really eat their rellies.

but I look truly hideous in pink

CITE!