Jim’s grandmother died this week. She was very old and sick toward the end, and I think they were all relieved to see her suffering stop. But this means a trip to Kansas on short notice and explaining the concept of a funeral to my almost-six year old.
Anyway, hopefully I will be back on Tuesday. This is the same group who let their two-year old drink beer and play with balloons, so I might even have a few good stories. The last time we went, we saw a pig that was quite possibly the most…erm…well-endowed animal I had ever seen. I am hoping he has been turned into bacon by now and I don’t have to explain THAT. Especially to my daughter.
Jeez, I can just picture the shrieking and pointing now.