I have to cover a couple of things about two weekends ago and then I'll stop talking about them. First, Tim shifting into funeral director mode never ceases to amaze me. We first saw this transformation the weekend of Sammy's bachelor party. As we stumbled up to the suite word came out that Spuds mom had passed away. Instantly the drunk standing next to me was transformed into super funeral guy. Within minutes he had bereavement flights booked for both spud and Billy, was on the phone making sure the hospital was properly taking care of his mother and alerted the funeral home that they were going to use to go take care of things and that he would be watching. I actually got tired watching him work. It was either that or the fact that we tried to drink all of the vodka in Canada. Flash foreword to last weekend where Jordy asked if Tim would go over and make sure everything was okay with his dad. Yours truly is the chauffer so I get to go along for the ride. This was made even more fun because it turns out that Scottsdale has the same vodka overpopulation problems that we found in Canada. So, hanging like laundry, we went to view the setup.
Tim used to be lots of fun to make mad because it took so much to do it that when the cork finally popped things always got interesting. A couple of years ago when his health took a turn he became the generally crabby guy and all of the fun went out of winding him up. I was pleasantly surprised and made a little uncomfortable by the flash of anger while we were viewing the body. As he was doing this spectacular yelling while still respectfully whispering thing even stupid me understood that he wanted things fixed. Apparently they grow funeral directors a little thick down here because this guy answered not with an "OK", but with a smug "really". The whisperyell thing dropped a couple of octaves and Tim hissed "fix this or I will!" When the guy didn't respond he said something like get me some gloves and show me to your salon so I can do this right now! He picked up on that one and began apologizing. I was just happy I wouldn't have to watch Tim do any work.
Back in the car Tim mumbled something about being hung over and wanting to kill the hillbilly director before he took his nap. I went into an electronics store for a half an hour to kill some time and when I came back out he was still asleep. There were minor flashes during the ceremony but he managed to hold his mud. Speaking of holding mud, I had no problems until Sammy and Jordy were hugging and crying, had to look away. And I was chanting in my head for no speech from Jordy because I doubt I would have stayed dry. Enough, I'm done, there are more stories but I have to move on.
7:23:25 PM 
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