O. M. G.

What a day it has been. Here is how it went for me today so far....

I took the kids to school as normal. Biggest girl had a hissy fit because it rained five minutes before she walked to the bus stop to catch her bus to school. I said I would drive her, because it was pissing down, and she got me in a weak moment. (the rain only lasted five minutes, but by then the bus had gone)

That's fine. I drop the three of them off at their three bloody schools. Come home and tidy up a bit. Sit down to check the emails and my friend nudges me on MSN and we play a couple of games of Spider Solitaire.

Just getting to the good bit.

I hopped up to go and have a shower and get ready for the funeral that I had to attend this morning - I went into my room, realised that my top was in the basket out here in the living room. Walked to get my phone on the computer desk to message my daughter and there IS A FRIKKING HUGE SNAKE BETWEEN ME AND THE COMPUTER. Well, about a metre long... that's frikking huge in my books. It was a Red Belly Black snake. Which are venomous in case you didn't know. IN MY FRIKKING LOUNGE ROOM.

O. M. G.

So of course I panicked.

What else would you expect me to do.

Here I am. Seventy minutes before I have to leave for a funeral and not only have I not had a shower, but there is a FRIKKEN SNAKE in my living room and there is no way in this wide earth that I was walking past it to go out my front door!!!

I get straight on the phone and ring my friend and she calms me down (somewhat) and starts making phone calls for me to find a 'snake guy'. We find one and then the excruciating fifteen minute wait til he gets here....

He came.

He got it.

I am still shitting myself.

Every where i look i expect to see a snake.

Who was that guy who drove all the snakes out of Ireland. I need him.

Now I want to sell up and move.

IN. MY. LIVING ROOM.

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The funeral.

It was beautiful. It was beautiful and sad - but very beautiful for a woman who had lived a long life and had great grandchildren to prove it.

Freaky bit was, she was one of 14 kids and some of her sisters were there - one of them in particular was the spitting image of her. Freaky.


As i mentioned the other day - she was famous for her sandwiches for after church services - and the most poingnent moment for me was when we walked into the reception room afterwards and there were trays and trays of sandwiches just like she used to make. That made me a little misty.

It was nice to catch up with some people that I have not seen in ages. Some that were very good friends that I have drifted apart from. Lots and lots of hugging and cheek kissing was done today.

Farewell Gwynnie.

You will be sorely missed, but we know you are just beyond the veil and we will see you again one day.

Hugs
Jen
xoxo