Funerals!

I am never going to another one until it’s time for my own!  Sorry peeps, but that is the way it is going to have to be!

The funeral I have just been to was planned by the deceased and consisted of 8 poems read by various friends and family .. not a religious note to the whole proceedings.

I was fine up until my friend Cat lost it on the second line of her poem but when the youngest son cracked on the first word of his, the final,  poem .. I lost it … he’s a third child too and I am adding this to my, as yet unblogged, Third Child Syndrome – The Hangups, blog.

Consequently, when I tip up my toes, toss me in a black sack, shove me out with the rubbish and go have a large amount to drink!

Oh .. and DE-LURK (otherwise I might cry again!)

I agree .. de-lurk ..

If you go here .. and here .. you will find a riveting read on why I wholeheartedly agree to a Lurkers Amnesty Week .. please de-lurk  .. there are some intriguing labels in my stats!

I would dearly love to know exactly what is visiting me from the 4th tee of a golf club in Colorado!

So come on peeps … stop by and just say “hi” so I can at least give you the credit of a name … pretty please ???