In the World Of NotFun category: tonight I’m writing my Grumps’ obituary. No, he’s not dead yet (please no Monty Python jokes), but my mother and aunt wanted to be prepared. As the holder of the advanced degree in Journalism, that makes it my job.
(I know it makes sense to be prepared, and I know that the last thing I probably want to be doing when the time comes is frantically drafting an obituary. Still, it’s making me cranky.)
ETA: I am honored to be doing this. It’s just thinking about Grumps not being around that’s making me not-happy.