Just got off of the phone with Kate......such a chatterbox she is.......I love you, Sweetie!

Got the call I was waiting for today. Dad is at the funeral home waiting to be cremated. (such an awful thought) Gives me the shivers knowing that he is just laying there......in a bag or something......with a toe tag. (can't think about this) Hopefully the deed will be done soon and I can pick him up. Talked to the funeral director.....well, not sure if he was the funeral director or not.......but, I did talk to someone named, Steven. Dad won't be cremated until they receive some paperwork from the prison. (how friggin' long is that going to take?) Then he asked me if I wanted Dad's "cremains" (cremains?) shipped to my home. Excuse me? No fucking way......what if he got lost in the mail and ended up in Timbucktoo or some off the wall place? Hello? I will be picking him up, thank you.

If you're wondering who the stud is below.........I haven't a clue.