First of all, "ugh." I die on my mom's birthday. What kind of daughter am I?
As for the funeral, hmmm. Considering how many students I have, I'd say that's a pretty weak turnout. Though they may be the ones who did it . . . .
*ponders*
Or maybe we all just swiped the Spanish club money, ran off to Granada, and moved into the Alhambra to live (and write) a la Washington Irving. Yes, a much better fate for me. I'll take that one thankyouverymuch.
(Though, given how much cash is in the club fund, we'd probably get as far as, um, the financial office -- where we would be turned laughingly away.)
So much for my trip. (Hey! Whoa! My friends and family made out like bandits! Maybe I'll just take them with me!) *G*