Y'all.
I was gonna blog today about how bad this slays me, and also
how I was JUST TELLING ...friend about my beloved Tinkerbell doll (you know what I must be? Is fascinating on a date) and then I walked into Jo's house yesterday and THERE IT WAS. (I sent this photo to ...friend and he said, "That's Tinkerbell? I thought it was the JonBenet Ramsey doll.")
But instead a good friend's father died. Not sure how many of you know who Gertrude is; she used to comment a lot but she has a daughter and a job and 20 pets and anyway, this morning I've helped her write her dad's obituary, and it looks like I might be on my way to Saginaw for the funeral.
I will write more tomorrow if I can. Stupid death.
