My Uncle died on Saturday. I haven't seen him in at least 5 years. He was elderly. Interestingly, neither of his children notified us, rather it was my cousin Robin who sent my brother and I texts. She later sent us information regarding the service... without providing the day. At least I didn't get it, my brother did. When I queried her on it, she explained she had been busy multi-tasking when she texted me and overlooked that crucial piece of information. We were never really close to that side of the family so I guess that's an acceptable reason.
I asked my brother to send flower from he, my sister, and myself. He still owes me money for his Elton John ticket. I'm a nice guy... but not that nice.
Going through my archival pics, I found one of me from a Christmas Party I went to in 1999 - that's right this baby is 20 years old. The vest was a forest green paisley. My one flirtation with a pattern which never looked good on me. I'm more of a flannel man.
As you can see, I could never really grow facial hair... which has always been one of my biggest regrets.
Oh, and the Idiot Jerk stopped by Walter Reed on Saturday to, supposedly, begin his annual physical... about three months early. Purportedly they took blood... for testing. That seems like something his personal physician... or personal nurse... or even one of his trained lackeys might do at the White House. Why fly him over to Walter Reed? Of course, suspicion is rising since this is so out of the ordinary. But then, we never know, maybe he blew out half of his rectum during one of his recent shit explosions over the impeachment inquiry. It must be a terrible burden on him to realize over half the country wants to see him jailed for eternity.