Then, after the service, walking downstairs to the reception, I missed the last step and totally fell down the stairs. I am such a buffoon. It was a very Stimey moment. I think Susan would have approved.
At least I didn’t puke on anyone. I think Susan would have approved of that too.
There was both laughter and tears today.
On Tuesday, I posted about Susan over at my White Knuckle Parenting column, which is ironic, because Susan was the opposite of a white knuckle parent. (That site seems to be running a bit slow, so check back if it doesn’t pop up the first time.)
That’s it for today. I think tomorrow I will ease back into it with a post about the feral cat we accidentally caught in our car this evening.