Friday, March 24, 2006
More upbeat blog
The Dog and I are off to Savannah tomorrow to see Miss Nobody, whom I have missed tremendously since she moved down the river. The plan is to paint her house, but I suspect there will be some significant imbibing as well. I can't wait!
Although I am swearing here, in front of God and everyone, not to diluge her with wedding crap, I am bringing all my planning files for her to pick through. So if she blogs about my being a wedding nazi on Sunday after I leave, you can all hold me accountable and make me undergo the garter ceremony as penance. I think mostly we will admire our dogs and pick dog hair out of our wine glasses and hug the dogs. Because she has never met Osama bin Doggen, and I have a secret crush on her dog, Murphy. Hopefully Beulah will be on her best behavior and hide her terrorist tendencies. Or else (sinister music).
Speaking of sinister...why Why WHY do southerner insist on open casket funerals? I feel so guilty bypassing the part of the line that files past the body, but is that EVER how you want to remember someone? I think not.
My dad says when he dies, he wants to be cremated and tossed in the campfire ring at his island, so people can point to it and say, "Look, that's Ben's ash hole."
Mom never seems so amused when he tells that joke. I guess it's hard to go and put flowers in someone's ash hole.
Posted by Sarah Moïse Young at 8:58 PM