I'm glad the service is over now. I hope R and son no longer have to deal with the asshats and can grieve in their own way now.

You know you feel crap when you go to hang dry some laundry and you have about 5 items hung before you realize that nothing is damp and you had forgotten to actually start the washer in the first place.

The world needs to cut you a break.

I'm migraine-y and SO over 2016 already. This is the 5th funeral/memorial we've been to this year. And the fact that R.'s daughter died from a drug overdose just hits me really hard, given my brother's recent relapse.

But I'm choosing to take migraine meds and read comic books and not think about any of that for the rest of the night.

included what basically amounts to an altar call. What is WITH that???

Sounds like the typical Mormon funeral. You've got a captive, emotionally vulnerable audience, so you can push the "You can be together in heaven, but only if you have the right membership card" spiel. I've never gotten a good answer for why everyone Christian won't be together in heaven, but as near as I can tell, with Mormons it's because your family may be good people, but if they're not baptized in the Mormon faith, they won't get into Extra Special Heaven, just Good Enough Heaven, and they're not allowed to mingle between the levels.

I am mad at 2016 for you, Teppy. I know that doesn't help, but I have been for a while.

I shot photographs and day drank

This morning I bought a bottle of bourbon at Costco, which is the first bottle I have bought in 2016 ( I had a beer at Deadpool, but that was just one glass.), so I guess that resolution is over. I haven't had any yet, but that will change soon. I am also wondering if I want to risk taking a flask on my family vacation, to help me deal with the family part.

The great good thing is that last week in Texas (R. ended up moving to Texas after Daughter's Horrible Father kidnapped her and moved her to Texas, because she wanted to be near her daughter), they had a big memorial service and it was FULL of R.'s friends and family, and tons of Daughter's friends, and not a lot of Daughter's Horrible Father's family. So that's a comfort to R. and her son.

That is a good thing -- I hope she can think of this one as "Horrible Father's event" and the other as hers. How terrible, regardless.

Unholy crap, Steph!

I'm supposed to be working on my resume. I am in my head?

My brother is texting me pictures of doughnuts to cheer me up.

Mmmm, doughnuts sound soooo good. If only I had a car tonight, Voo-doo doughnuts would be MINE!

Laundry is now clean and hung/dried and folded. Now I just need to schlep it all upstairs and put it all away.

It's awful Tim's ex had to go through all that at such a sad time, Steph.

So, gripping question time. Tomorrow I'm driving to Memphis to see Spotlight and maybe have dinner with some cousins if their kids are awake enough. Do I go to Sakura for the sushi & sushi lunch and risk eliminating sushi as a dinner option, or is that a given with two boys of single digit age in the mix? [link]

First, fuck those asshats. How not-Christian of them.

Second, I did nothing today except work on the new Org chart for work and play approx. one million Candy Crush Soda games. Not proud, but that was actually my day.