It's always strange not to have to go to church on Sunday morning. Josie and I went last night after the basketball game.

This week ended well; the kids brought home their report cards.  Josie got high honors and almost all A's.  One B marred her otherwise perfect report.  She is incensed, of course and plans on asking her computer teacher why the B.  Zack passed everything!  Yay!.  An A, two B's and two D's.  What a kid.  Just graduate, that's all I'm asking.

Had a funeral to go to on Friday.  My Uncle Frank died.  He was actually my Mom's first cousin, which made him my first cousin once removed, but that's way too confusing unless you're one of those English types who spends way too much time studying family trees.

Uncle Frank was always very nice to me and of course he loved Jay.  He and his wife Marilyn were the kind of people everyone imagines they could be if only they had enough time, money, energy and kindness.  The first thing you noticed about them is that they always looked perfect.  They traveled all over the world and there's no doubt in my mind that even climbing out of a tent in the middle of the Sinai desert they both looked like they had just come from Hair and Makeup.  Both good looking to start with, they were always trim, fit and perfectly turned out.

Your knee jerk reaction would be to hate them on sight but you couldn't sustain it; they were the nicest people you could ever hope to meet.

Frank's funeral was just what we all hope our funeral's will be; a beautiful church, packed to the rafters, followed by a spectacular luncheon at a very fancy club where hundreds of your closest friends and family eat, drink, laugh, clap and cry.

It was just the sort of funeral you'd expect for a guy who had been considered "Most likely to wind up in prison" back when he was constantly a hairsbreadth away from being tossed out of St. Thomas Academy, who instead wound up marrying the beauty queen, having a bunch of good looking kids, starting companies, traveling the world, scuba diving in Mexico, water skiing down the Mississippi, schussing the slopes in Vail, and almost as an afterthought, taking up sky diving  in his late seventies.

I've never felt like such a slacker.

I had to come home and take a nap just from the stress of wearing shoes all morning...



Saturday was MJ's birthday.  Her hubby took her out to dinner.  My hubby had a game at three, which is why Josie and I went to church last night.  It's perfect; game at three, ends fifteen minutes before mass starts across the street.  In between the two is my favorite art store.  I stopped in to price paint last night and bought two tubes because the price was so good.  I saved four bucks off what I would've paid down in my end of town.

It's strange laying around all morning, though.  I feel like I need to get dressed or something. 

Nah.

It's only noon.