I just got back from my Grandpa Murdoch's funeral. It was really, really nice. This whole experience taught me a lot, one thing being that I have no concept of proper funeral etiquette as relating to how to treat other people going through a sad time. Other people do know what to do. We got tons of food, flowers, and fruit baskets at my house in Rexburg. Then when I walked into my house in Salt Lake I found these awesome things on my table:
A really really nice green card from Holly (the nice part is what it says inside):
A non-bill from Comcast. Quit sending me that stuff Comcast! I don't have an account with you anymore! (This is a rough breakup for Comcast)
A really really nice award I won endorsing positive and strong relationships between grandparents and grandkids (Becca, I didn't realize your fake job was Director of Grooviest Grandkid in the known Universe Award!) I'm going to frame that thing. I like anything from Outer Space:
Then, a dress I purchased for myself from Lea's Vintage on Etsy. I saw the package and thought, oh, cute she went the extra mile and put a heart sticker on it:
THEN I opened it up and instead of a plain old dress I got this:
and thought, I am sorry to anyone who purchased anything from me on Etsy. I tried to doll it up a little, but it wasn't ever this cute.
I was worried when I opened it and it said size 10 but it fits me fine. Not as good as the model, but it is still cute. This is the model (not me. I tried, but it is hard to take full body shot pictures of yourself):
Belt not included. Now I need to do my laundry so I can wear it.
I would post pictures from the funeral but I took them on my Holga so you can expect to see those in like 6 months. It was really cool to be with my whole family. There are 143 of us. That is a lot of funeral potatoes.