Well the funeral went well. Pudd'ns limit was met of course when the service was suppose to start. So I took him out to the lobby to try and entertain him. We could still hear the euology, they piped it in to the lobby area. Pudd'n starts to get REALLY whiney now and I figure I'll take him out to the van and let him sit in the a/c while I play his favorite cds. The problem? I didn't have the keys on me, Steve did and if I tried to get them, Pudd'n would create a scene. So I'll get the undertakers help......right?

Me:Hi, can you help me, I need my keys. But my husband haves them and I don't want to interupt the service.

undertaker: sure!

We walk over to the chapel, there is a window with a curtain over it. I raise the curtain so I can point Steve out.

Undertaker: Um, isn't that your husband walking up to speak at the podium?

Me: FUCK! yes it is.............

At this point I realized that I didn't use my "indoor voice" and the undertaker is looking at me with a shocked expression on his face.

Oh well!
The party at Sarah's afterwards was great. She has an above ground pool and large yard. The kids were in heaven. It was pot luck, so we had a lot of good food to eat. Pudd'n had a blast in the pool with his cousins.