doodledee

Several of us went to a funeral for a friend's dad yesterday. It was a pretty sad situation all around. Being a loudmouthed doof, I'm typically no good at funerals, but this one went pretty well. We stood, we sang, we sat, we stood, we sang, and then we quietly filed out. After the service, everyone gets to confront their own mortality over [buttered] ham buns and sweet pickles in the basement of the church. It sounds a little drab, but the old ladies who pour the punch are so nice, it almost seems pleasant. Plus, they had like 50 desserts to choose from.

The new cheddar bread at Subway is pretty darn good.