My mother is crying. Posted on January 20, 2003 by Elaine My mother is crying. Her brother is dying. Well, he
Those black shoes, that’s something she has control over. Thank goodness for small treasures. Reply ↓
Didn’t they have two weiner dogs, the first one who was perfectly fine and the second one who was holy hell on tiny legs? Reply ↓
Yeah. The first (KC) dog died. It’s this second one (JB) that growls and grabs onto your ankle as soon as the door opens. Reply ↓
Elaine, I wouldn’t take that bet on a dare. I’ve had two elderly female relatives mention exactly that–this is what I want to wear… Reply ↓
Though I have often thought upon death I have never considered what I might like to wear at my own funeral. I favor cremation so I would hope to be clad in nothing but a luminous vase of art deco design or, perhaps, a sleek obsidian box. . . Reply ↓
Those black shoes, that’s something she has control over. Thank goodness for small treasures.
Didn’t they have two weiner dogs, the first one who was perfectly fine and the second one who was holy hell on tiny legs?
Yeah. The first (KC) dog died. It’s this second one (JB) that growls and grabs onto your ankle as soon as the door opens.
Elaine, I wouldn’t take that bet on a dare. I’ve had two elderly female relatives mention exactly that–this is what I want to wear…
Though I have often thought upon death I have never considered what I might like to wear at my own funeral. I favor cremation so I would hope to be clad in nothing but a luminous vase of art deco design or, perhaps, a sleek obsidian box. . .