Cute Pictures and Other News

The other night when J and I were sitting in the living room, the dogs were having a very hard time with the fact that they are no longer allowed on the futon. So he showed Rosebud and Duff that they could get on the recliner. Of course, there were cats sleeping on the chair at the time, as there almost always are, so much cuteness followed.

Also, Willow and Bernie were sleeping on the same dog bed, which NEVER happens, so I had to take a picture of that, too. :)

So, today was Mabel's funeral. I decided not to go, because I just couldn't face it - it was hard enough facing the calling hours. As a matter of fact, I almost didn't even make it to the calling hours. I left work at Noon yesterday so that I could come home and pick up J, and we could go to the calling hours between 2 and 4. But our Internet was out, and there was supposed to be a technician coming over to fix it, so we were waiting. And waiting, and waiting, because they never showed. J offered to stay here and wait, and I could go alone and then come back to get him. And I didn't want to. I had a bit of a temper tantrum, and then I started to cry, and I realized that I didn't want to go because it was in the same funeral home where my Mother's calling hours and funeral were held, and I hadn't been there since. I kind of couldn't face it. At least not alone. So I called and found out that the technician wasn't going to be coming to the house, so J was able to go with me. And with his help, I made it through. I made it into the building, I made it past Wayne's family, who hasn't been much of a family to me (I'm really glad I never have to see them again, frankly), I made it past the casket (Mabel didn't look like herself at all), I made it through talking to family members that I do like and then I made it back out the door. But only because J was beside me, holding my hand. Thank you, J.

Anyway, so last night my sister called me, and I told her that I wasn't going to the funeral - the calling hours were bad enough, and I don't need anymore closure about her death. And she said that she wasn't going to be able to go, because she is babysitting her grandson (Michelle's son), and there wasn't anyone to watch him during the funeral. So I offered to go over and sit with him so she could go, which I think she was very grateful for. I went over this afternoon, after the quickest Christmas shopping trip through Walmart in recorded history, and I sat on the couch and watched TV and crocheted for an hour and a half while Sammy slept. It was the easiest babysitting job in history. :)

And now I guess I've written enough for one night, so I'm going to say good-bye. Bye!