When it rains it pours

I think this is going to be one of those months that I wish never happened.

My father-in-law passed away last night and my poor sweet husband is so broken up. I felt like there was absolutely nothing I could do. It's such a helpless feeling because I knew he must have felt a million miles from home. I drank a bottle of Pinot Noir with my sister while he drank some Scotch with my brother-in-law. I think that helped us both. I did manage to get him a flight to Scotland to be there for the funeral. Almost $2,000. Barf.

He was an amazing man and had a great 81 years. He was in the Royal Air Force and then worked as a coal miner and an electrician. He golfed almost every single day. I'm sure the entire town will turn out for his funeral because everybody knew him. I was lucky enough to get to spend a good bit of time with him even though he was 5,000 miles away.

So now I'm not going to be going to my reunion this weekend. As much as I wanted to go, I feel like I should stay home and take care of the dogs and the house to help him feel better about being away. Plus, who am I kidding....I don't have a dime left! I swear between this and the sprained ankles, something in the universe was trying to keep me from going. Who knows. My sister said it's probably because I would have been disappointed once I realized I still hated all of those people just like I did in high school : ) I went to a very wealthy Catholic school and while we weren't poor, I wasn't spoiled like everyone else driving Porsches and whatnot. Plus I was fat and wore Doc Maartens and fishnets with my uniform. They thought I worshiped the devil.

I'm crossing my fingers nothing else happens this month. Makes you appreciate a boring day.