Taking this picture of the food at my Grandmother's funeral was probably not my most appropriate move ever, but let's face it, I crossed that line a loooong time ago. After her very lovely service we all enjoyed ham sandwiches and potato salad in the church cafeteria. Just in case you can't tell, that fluffy white mound in the lower middle of the plate, that dear reader- is FRUIT SALAD! If you look carefully, you can see the tiny bits of fruit cocktail gasping for air under the Cool Whip. Yum.
This trip has been amazing. I think my Grandmother would be happy to see how much fun her family had while celebrating her life. We have so many dynamic, lovable people in our family- I am so in love with the Cotas and the Reinarts and the Kuhrys. We are so blessed. I love you Gramma.
Things actually uttered by my mother in the last two days:
Oh for fun. (obviously)
Oh for sweet.
Oh for interesting. (!)
Oh for cute.
I am sure there are more, but I can't remember them right now. I might have to cool it on the mother mocking. Lois reads this blog and I am concerned that she will start censoring herself as a result of my constant teasing. When I first started college everyone made so much fun of me that I can no longer call a sweet carbonated beverage by its real name- pop. What if my mother stops saying "Oh for (something hilarious)"? That would be a terrible tragedy. On the other hand, I believe the world needs to know what Lois has to say. It's a real pickle.