firsts

Giselle went to her first funeral yesterday with me while Paul stayed home with a sitter. We skipped the burial but the 3 of us went to the reception afterwards. It was just like the ones I went to as a kid minus the drinking that accompanied the Irish ones I attended. Although a family member of The Widow hinted that the bundt cake might have real rum in it, not just flavoring; based on the nap I took afterwards I'm inclined to believe her.
No pictures.