Why I am a horrible person
So dog #1, Bialy, may have cancer or some such nonsense which has sent my mom into another hysterical tizzy in which she constantly berates my father into checking with the vets every 10 minutes. Now granted we all love the dog, but she has gone quite mad with the whole Dead Grandma incident. So my Uncle Bob calls tonight to say hi and to say he's okay, he just had some type of surgery on his heart, so hurray for him doing just fine. Now onto why I'm horrible. My mom tells my Uncle Bob about Bialy and how her first reaction was to call Dead Grandma who would give her some sort of comfort in these situations and how she hopes that DG is looking down on Bialy and making sure everything turns out okay. My immediate reaction was wishing that either my brother or father was there so I could make the side comment of how down would not be the direction DG would be looking from. Yes, I am a horrible grandson and I deserve to go to hell as well. What else is new?